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Please Love Me! | JJK

Pairing: Frat President Jungkook x Succubus Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Comedy (my humor is broken), Light Angst (because everyone is an dumbass)

Summary: By thirsty popular demand, I present to you a small sequel to Please Teach Me? Your succubus self has been going back and forth to the human realm to be…friends with benefits??? With your first task, Jeon Jungkook. Though you only see it as him, finding the good in his humanity, and helping you with your training, Jungkook suddenly thinks otherwise. Yet, he's in denial.

Until he meets and sees you with Seokjin and thinks you're in a relationship with him??? But is Jungkook willing to break free from his infamous womanizing ways and finally admit his love for you??

Warning: We’re going on another adventure!, Seokjin is the bestest :D, granola x succubus reader, let’s all guess what the fuck is OC feeling rn, BUT GUESS WHO’S IN DENIAL, I wanna say seokjin x OC but let’s not LOL, jealous/possessive jungkook, someone becomes a straight up LOSER, idk what’s going on half of the time. Sir kink is back, dom sadist jk heyyyy, sub masochist oc, the size kink we all know and love, Ass slapping (once with a belt), tail pulling (remember when I said they’re sensitive ;-)), rope bondage, candle wax play fvhidsvsdil, fingering (lowkey fisting), oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasm denials, clit pinching, nipple pinching, dumbification again :D, dirty talk, degradation, again with the tail sucking…but different (oc and jk licking her tail together like a lollipop), cum play, unprotected sex, creamiest of pies, I tried to make it as nasty as the last time

Word Count: 19.3k (yes, small sequel indeed)

A/N: This can be read stand alone but highly recommend reading Please Teach Me? LOL I really wasn't intending a part 2 like I posted this MONTHS ago and dipped but SOOO MANY of y'all wanted sexc demon things so here we goooooo I really pulled this out of my butt and idk if I lived up to the first part's standard . But the smut was longer than expected hreoiheoihg

Also posted on AO3!~~

Flying through the corridors of the dorms, Seokjin’s mind raced faster than he could exclaim how handsome he was—which was a lot. Right now all his thoughts were from what the higher-ups have said…more or less affecting him. But all in all, it had to fucking deal with you.

And now, he needed to have a word with you pronto but has not heard from you for almost…thirty-six hours, which shocked him because he’d typically hear you bitching from a distance.

Once he reached your dorm door, he knocked fire-rapid fists and yelled, “Little one, open this door immediately! I need to share with you some details!” No answer. Then he began kicking in fury, “Fucking bitch, answer! This is important.”

Aggravated and impatient, Seokjin decided to throw in the big guns. With the light use of his highly-acclaimed incubus powers, the demon blasted an energy ball through the wooden entranceway, creating a rather larger-than-regular soot-filled darkened hole. Some of your things even got destroyed in the process, but nonetheless, he opened your door!

He entered fashionably, scanning if there was any sight of a dense yet adorable little succubus. Everything in your living space except your plants and half of your mirror remained intact and still. Bed was neatly made with the mountain of plush toys you’ve accumulated through the months. Books that you never read but were somehow open laid on your study table with your chair pushed out.

He groaned, rolling his eyes at the discovery. Of course, you weren’t here when he needed you to be here again.

Sometimes, he regretted permitting you to play around with your little first task.

“Hungggghh, sir!” You moaned as you attempted balancing and gripping the cold tiled wall, yet there was nothing to grip on.

Showers of water pricked your heated skin, heaps of steam circulated the closed space, and the echoed sounds of steady and heavy pumps, your whimpering, and his moaning filled the rest of the bathroom.

Jungkook thought it was an excellent idea to shower after practice to get ready for another school event he had to attend, but also have a little bit of fun with you in there. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone.

So now there you both were—you were going into your sixth orgasm while having to tippy toe to level with his fast-pacing industrial hips. You arched your back, pushing your ass at Jungkook so that his dick can go deeper into you. Since you were a lot shorter than he was, the angles were always harder to reach when the two of you stood up.

The slapping of his thighs to your meaty fat progressively grew in volume as he held onto your sensitive tail and the left side of your wing—the way he loved manhandling you. Your moans went a tone higher as you let out sobbing pleas. “Sir, pwease!” Your cramping legs were trembling, slowly losing their strength by the human. “I-I can’t!”

Though the frat president rolled his eyes, he accepted your begging, finding it absolutely endearing. You’ve grown to be accustomed to his wild kinks and likings, but you finally knew when you needed some care to his sadist ways.

He slithered his muscular arms around your soddened waist while keeping his piston thrusts in control. His front pressed onto your wings and back with your little demon tail swinging to the side. He nibbled on an edge of your wings, causing you to moan sharply before he smooched a kiss onto the same area and then maneuvered to the shoulder to peck more snogs.

“My little slut is tired?? We just started.” He smirked at your disheveled face. You didn’t just start, you were in here for almost an hour. His fingers were pruny!

You couldn’t even speak, just blabbering incoherent sounds. One of his hands steered lower to your soaking center, fingers trying to find your inflamed clit. Once you shuttered, he knew he hooked onto it. Making tiny circular motions, you started heaving heavily.

“Kooooooo!” You dragged your new nickname for him, almost like a warning that you were almost there.

His ears twitched pridefully at your calling as he quickened his tempo. His movements became messier, indicating he too was chasing his cloud nine. “Almost there, angel. Cum with me.”

At the immediate order, you snapped, going into ecstasy. Your left eye twitched as you found spots in your vision. Then, Jungkook slammed into you one last time before clenching his stomach. Your squishy cunt walls throbbed around his thickening cock, milking the cum out of him. He coated your insides with white, getting in a few more loads than usual.

Your tail sprayed like a sprinkler, feeling the orgasm wholeheartedly this time. Some of it goes onto Jungkook’s defined abs. But it didn’t really matter because you were in the shower.

Knowing how weak you were after sex, the best he could do right now was lay both of your bodies on your sides on the shower floor. You respired out so hard, he had to move your head to the water splashing your forms so that you can get some hydration. Once you were semi-stabilized, he finally pulled out of you. You winced at the stimulation but he kissed your forehead and murmured praises.

“___, are you okay?” Jungkook asked. Your eyes were closed, with your chest raising slowly.

You hummed softly with a nod before peeling open your eyes. “Why do you have so much stamina even after your practice?”

The human chuckled at your complaint and shrugged, “Maybe I always have energy when I’m with you.”

“Please use at least 25% of that energy into something else, like knitting.” You mumbled as you turned yourself to face him. “Are we done showering?”

“You still need to clean your body, maybe somewhat more since we made lo—I mean have sex.”

“Please clean me?” You always asked so sweetly, with no rush, no hint of irritation, but super whiny.

Yet Jungkook would always say yes to you. “Of course, angel.”

You were finally out of the shower. Jungkook carried your exhausted form back to his room. He puts on one of his shirts on you (you had the habit of sucking back your wings inside of you for this reason only) and even moisturizes your skin with a body balm. Once he finished getting you dressed, you situated on his bed like a starfish. He did the same routine on himself but only threw on a pair of boxers.

“Angel, I have something for you!” He bounced towards his backpack and ruffled the insides to retrieve the content.

“What is?” You were fatigued after the intense session. Even with having someone like a bunny-infused bouncy house like Jungkook, you never improved from your feeble power.

He dramatically pulled his “gift” to you and raised it over his head like he was enacting the beginning scene of The Lion King. Enjoying your entertainment, you went along and stared up, rasping at the big reveal.

You sat up and levitated up in joy, flying towards the human with grabby hands. “Granola!!” You cheered like a child.

“And it has honey-coated pecans and almonds.” He said proudly. “I got two packs…” You squealed, suddenly twirling in the air. “But just one for now. You inhale it and get a tummy ache if you get more.” Once you stopped your twirls, he handed you the bag of your favorite human treat.

You snatched it off of him before hugging it like it was the love of your life. Distracted and mindlessly, you began drifting away to a corner of the room but Jungkook pulled you back down by the hips to sit you with him on top of his covers. He kissed your temple, gripping his hold around you.

“Thank you, Jungkook! This is wonderful.” You continued to not face him, staring at the granola so you didn’t see the endearing and longing eyes that the human had on you. “I will save it for home.” You threw the treat into the tote bag that was wide open on the side of the bed. Jungkook got for you a while back when you kept carrying your treats and clothes with your arms. He said it was more efficient for you.

The human laid the both of you down as he nuzzled into your neck. You whined at how touchy he was being and didn’t help that it progressed the more you saw him. “Angel, you don’t like my touch? I thought you loved it.” You felt him smirking which caused you to blush red.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. But I would like my space.” You pouted as you distanced him away slightly, making him grumble. “You radiate much body heat for a human. It feels like I’m back in the demon realm.”

Jungkook hummed, faulty listening to your speaking only because he felt colder without you fully in his arms. “How is the demon realm? Is it nice there? What’s it like?”

There he went again. After every session or when you’re back on Earth (you learned that’s what the human realm was called), Jungkook seemed to be very interested in learning more about you. Whether it was about you, what you liked, and this time it was about the demon realm. Maybe he was just curious, which you didn’t mind at all, you were a succubus after all and it was the least you could do for him.

For the past months, you’ve been sneaking back and forth to Earth after completing your first task, Jeon Jungkook. Still the frat president of Beta Tau Sigma, still an active partygoer, still what humans call a fuck boy, but now your unofficial task helper. One of the reasons why was that you grew comfortable with him. You technically didn’t need to have a different human all the time when you were completing your training tasks, and Jungkook just so happened to be willing to help you without getting anything back besides your cunt and being.

Typically it was not a big deal as a succubus and other demons travel to the realm, but since you were still in training, it can be quite controversial. When you go on Earth, you always needed supervision in case something happens, especially with a demon like you.

Seokjin would be surveilling you or communicating with you through your minds when you do have tasks while documenting your experience. But when you weren’t completing anything, he doesn’t look over you like a child—though, at times, he begged to differ. So when you’re on Earth without guidance, there was really no telling what would even happen. You could kill someone and your authorities wouldn’t even know. You weren’t fully trained, and you obtained some powers, but overall you were still in need of oversight. Which was now. Seokjin didn’t know you were here.

But you didn’t think you were doing anything terrible. Sure, your exams were borderline passing, you still made your mentor uncomfortable, you were fucking a human behind the higher-ups’ backs and at times, you’d accidentally absorb some of Jungkook’s life force (but you always try to give it back), and you may have begged Seokjin to grant you permission to even do what you were doing, but you weren’t doing anything wrong.

In a way, you were surprisingly progressing! You’ve completed many tasks over the months with Jungkook, got to know more of the human culture, and learned new kinks that you liked with him, maybe even only him.

Though Jungkook was a bit rough around the edges, you swiftly learned that he was indeed a sweet human to you. When he wasn’t fucking your guts out and pulling on your tail like naughty mischief, he liked taking care of you. He washed you up, fed you human foods, gave you piggybacks, kissed you on your forehead, stared at you instead of completing his human studies…what else?? Oh yeah! He always complimented you in your dresses, called you beautiful or ravishing, and even exchanged numbers with the cellular device you kept to talk to or video chat with him when you were away.

All that was listed made you think about how friendly he was to you! Get this—he was usually quite mean to his friends. You constantly heard from other succubi how humans can be really selfish and vile, but it wasn’t like that with Jungkook! He was so kind to you, except in the bedroom.

Nevertheless, you couldn’t believe how much good he had in him to be willing to help you. You couldn’t be any more grateful, such a wonderful human man!

“Oh! It’s much different to what humans think it is, especially when they like to affiliate Hell with us.” You simply replied as you shifted forward and laid your head on his chest. Jungkook liked that, so you did it. “The simplest answer is to say Hell but we’re far from Hell. There are many realms where many creatures like witches, trolls, and us demons reside!”

The human asked while he gently played with your horns, keeping you calm. “And where would that be for you, little succubus?”

“Naameth.”

“You always fascinate me every single time.” Jungkook blushed, but when he realized what he was doing, he slapped it off of his face. Yet you didn’t even acknowledge or see it.

“I guess so.” You shrugged, getting off his chest as you sat up. “I am a succubus and you’re a human. Many things are different from our kinds.”

“Do you think I could visit Naameth?”

“No, absolutely not.” You deadpanned.

Jungkook suddenly smiled smugly, assuming that there was a bit of poison to your tone indicating you were jealous. “Why, angel? You think my amazing human charm will attract other succubi and that I won’t want you anymore?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “No, because you will die.” His fucking smirk vanished and his face went pale. “Remember that succubi feed off human men. I even did that to you on accident. I can give your life force back, but that won’t mean others will.”

Suddenly Jungkook’s eyes lit up, “So you care for me? Care if I die.”

You nodded slowly, “Yes. I need you.” For some reason, his heart fluttered at your reply. His lips curled upwards. “I need your help with my tasks.” Okay, it went back down. “I refuse to find another one.”

“O-oh, okay…” Jungkook couldn’t help but feel upset about that. He expected that feeling to be let go all those months ago, but it stayed and he didn’t like that one bit.

“I can take you to the other realms.” You added in, without realizing what you’ve done. “They’re as lovely as Naameth. We can go to the waterfalls, forests, maybe even hiking, I know you love those things. I can let you try other foods besides human food because…” You rambled on and on but Jungkook stopped listening to observe how eccentric you were being and planning trips in the future with him. It caused him to roar in glee on the inside.

While you kept blabbering off, he encircled his veiny arms around you and kissed your cheek, making you shut your mouth. You slowly turned your head, revealing the bunny smile you enjoyed seeing on him. He then proceeded to attack you with kisses to your neck, making you laugh, a sound that brought jubilance to his ears.

But before you could say anything, you both heard a knock followed by an opening of the door. Luckily, you were dressed, unlike in other instances. These men in this fraternity do not know how to wait.

On the other side was Jimin, one of Jungkook’s close friends, grinning at the both of you as he shook his head with his slit eyes. “Again, with your demon role-play? Jungkook didn’t expect you to like it that much.” You forgot that your tail and horns were exposed again. It was a miracle that his friends bought the whole “demon kink” and you weren’t levitating during the disruptions or else you’d be more fucked than you already were.

Shyly, you parted away from Jungkook and pulled your tail to your back. You grabbed a pillow to hold onto, covering yourself a bit. As a succubus, you were naturally comfortable with your body and showing some skin. However, you also didn’t like letting other men see you bare except for Jungkook.

Slightly annoyed, the frat president leered at his shit-grinning friend and asked, “The fuck do you want?”

“I wanted to talk to you about the event tonight. But I see that you’re nowhere near ready and we have to leave in less than an hour.” Jimin reminded him, checking his boxer-covered friend out.

Jungkook cursed under his breath as he palmed his face and rubbed his skin aggressively. The school event mentioned was a dinner with the university’s board of directors, ensuring a good relationship with not only the dean but maintaining excellent and sufficient status for the fraternity.

“Do you wanna talk out of the room or?” Jungkook questioned.

“Right here is fine.” The shorter man shrugged. “Nothing top secret that ___ can’t hear.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to you while I’ll get ready then.” The frat president got off the bed. He opened his closet and then resumed the conversation with Jimin.

Meanwhile, you too had an unexpected chat but it wasn’t all that exciting as your stomach dropped in fear and scared the shit out of you. “Hello, you little motherfucker! Where the fuck have you been?”Your one and only mentor yelled into your mind out of nowhere.

You screamed and flinched from the ambush, flinging the pillow to the wall as a reflex, causing the human men to stop and look at you questionably. You made eye contact back before smiling and giving a thumbs-up that you were okay. Weirded out (well, more so Jimin), they continued their talk again.

“Seokjin, Seokjin.” You whispered so that the humans wouldn’t hear you. But it was so quiet that Seokjin found it slightly inaudible.

“Why are you whispering? This isn’t a time to whisper, little one!” Seokjin complained. “Are you in the fucking human realm again?” You couldn’t get in a word as he continued his rant. “Of course, you fucking are. That’s where you go if you’re not here. Look, now is not the time to bitch what I say. But you must come back here this instant.”

“Why?” You asked softly and he finally heard you.

“I have important news. In short, you’re kinda fucked.”

“Wait, what? Are you serious right now?” You unknowingly shouted, jumping out of bed as you paced around the room. “What do you mean I’m kinda fucked? What did I even do?!?!”

As you were distressed, Jimin raised an eyebrow while observing you. “Yah, is she okay? Why is she talking to herself?”

Though Jungkook knew what you were doing as you had to tell him when he first saw what Jimin was seeing now, he didn’t know how to explain the situation well. “Uhh, she’s praying?”

“Praying?” The shorter man questioned incredulously. “Doesn’t seem like praying…”

“It is…she does it randomly from time to time. It’s part of her faith.” Jungkook responded the best he can. “Just don’t worry about it. If you interrupt her, it won’t be good.”

Cue back to your freak out. “I say kinda fucked because there is a bit of good news. It may even be a relief for you.” Seokjin clarified.

“You could have fucking said that instead of telling me I’m fucked, Seokjin!”

“Seokjin?” Jimin faced back to you again. “What religion has a Seokjin?”

Okay, that was a name that the frat president heard but never understood but he couldn’t think further into it just yet. “Uhhh, Jinnism. It’s common from where she’s from.” His friend was about to protest but Jungkook beat him to it. “Dude, just fucking ignore her right now. Talk to me about what you wanted me to hear in the first place.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” You can sense Seokjin shrug casually and unbothered by your reply. “Either way, you must come back to Naameth immediately.”

You sighed, “Give me ten minutes.”

“No, you can’t tell me what to do. I’m supposed to tell you what to do.”

“Seokjin, give me fucking ten minutes. I’ll get there, I promise!” Again, Jimin eyed you and your “prayer” but decided to let it go.

“Fine. Do what you have to do before coming. I’ll be seeing you soon.” Seokjin huffed, giving in. “By the way, I made a giant hole in your room door.”

“You fucking dick! AGAIN? I have to get that repaired!!” You complained, but he was already gone and out of your mind. You rolled your eyes before plotting back on the mattress. You kicked your feet up in fury and whined into the duvet. You rolled like a fish on the sheets to exert more of your frustration.

Jimin couldn’t help but scrutinize you once again for the last time. “Dang, that’s your type, man.” He mumbled more to himself, but Jungkook who was already dressed heard his commentary.

“Fuck off and get out of my room!” Before Jimin could see him in a blushing frenzy, the frat president pushed his friend out without warning. Though the shorter man protested, a slamming of the door sealed the demand.

The frat president exhaled while fixing his tie, loosening it for now. “___! What’s wrong, baby?” Oh my goodness, why the fuck did he say that? He didn’t catch himself before saying it. Fuck, he hoped you didn’t notice.

Though he hoped you did.

But like always, you don’t seem to bother acknowledging it. “I have to go back to my realm now.” You rolled to see him.

Damn, he wore black and grey checkered dress pants with a black dress shirt tucked into them, exposing his petite waist. Buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbow; his forearms were revealed with parts of his tattoos shown on the right of him. The thin fabric practically adhered to his skin as his muscles protruded out. All he needed to do was style his hair, but it didn’t matter either way because he looked so fucking hot you needed to cleanse your mind…and you were a sex demon.

“I think I’m in trouble.” You frowned.

“In trouble? Oh, fuck. Are you okay?” With enlarged irises, panic ran through Jungkook. “Holy shit! Will I be okay? Am I gonna die?”

“No, no, Koo. You won’t die.” You always tried to comfort him because he has had near-death experiences caused by you. That gave him a bit of relief. “I won’t let anything happen to you. If you die, it would be by the hands of me.” Never mind, his stomach churned and he felt like throwing up. “But I won’t kill you! I told you I would never!” You tried to save what little reassurance he had from you.

He exhaled, trying his best to stay positive and lighten the mood. “So you need to go back now?” You nodded. “Do you know why you’re in trouble?”

You shook your head, “No, Seokjin said I’m kinda fucked but he said there might be good in it.”

Again with that name.

The entire time Jungkook has been…friends with benefits??…with you, you’ve always mentioned someone or something called Seokjin. He assumed it was someone since you’ve always been talking to him through your mind, but he didn’t necessarily know who it exactly was.

It was constantly “Oh, Jungkook, I have to go. Seokjin is waiting for me,” or “Hold on, Seokjin wants to talk to me.” Even when you were fucking the human, you would be like “Seo-k-jin! Pl-please n-not right no—ahhhhh!”

The point he was getting at was he didn’t know who the fuck Seokjin was, and it made him annoyed. But he refused to ask about it because he thought you’d probably think he was jealous, which he clearly wasn’t. He was just fucking curious about who the fuck this Seokjin was and how important this Seokjin was for you to drop everything to go to Seokjin and not be with him?

He couldn’t resist it this time.

“Who’s Seokjin?” He began.

“Huh?” You gaped at him confusingly. You noticed how he bit his lip and met your contact with a much more intense stare.

“Who’s Seokjin? You’ve been mentioning and saying that name all the time.”

“Hmmm.”

That’s it? That was what all you had to say about Seokjin?!?!??!

“Oh, Seokjin. Yeah, don’t worry about him.” Him??? “Just another sex demon, he’s an incubus.”

First of all, Jungkook felt his chest twist when he heard it was a dude! Second, he was a fucking demon!! Of course, he would be. What else would he be? A gremlin? But the human betted this demon was ugly and revolting. Lastly, why did it sound like you were hiding something? Were you trying to change the subject to avoid it? What was going on?

Jungkook got pulled out of his mind when you changed into your clothes. “Anyways, I truly have to go which makes me sad because I was hoping to stay with you tonight.” You slipped out of his shirt and pulled over the purple sundress Jungkook bought for you.

His lips quirked up as he slowly walked to you. He patted your head before caressing your cheek. You were so short that you had to stretch your neck up. You reached the top of his chest and it made his heart melt. You made an innocent smile and he wanted to die in moe.

“Unfortunately, I also had plans tonight,” Jungkook spoke out, feeling rather bummed.

“That would have been okay! I would have waited for you in your room!” Now, why would you say that? He was going weak in the knees as is, you made it worse.

“Though that would be fun and kind of you, maybe going back would be good.”

“I promise if I don’t get punished, I’ll come back to see you soon. Okay, Koo?” Your Bambi eyes sparkled, swearing to your statement. You truly did want to stay, but you had duties…or shit that you had to deal with.

Jungkook had so much adoration when you promise things like that. As cute as you were, you kept your promises no matter what and that was one of the purest things about you.

“Of course, angel.” He pulled you into his chest, embracing you once more before you depart.

Jungkook walked down and outside with you as a courtesy and he wanted to spend a couple of more minutes with you.

Though you could teleport to your realm, he realized how suspicious his friends would be if you left without them seeing you leave. Most of the frat members liked to lounge around the kitchen and living room. Being in a household filled with testosterone, all the men could sense a woman or any feminine body in and out of the house like a built-in radar detector in their brains.

While you walked down with Jungkook, you had a habit of intertwining your fingers with his. You didn’t think much of it as you grinned casually towards the front door, but the frat president flushed like an idiot and cheesing a little too hard. Playful winks were on the two of you. His frat brothers noticed it, especially when their frat president was with you.

The human opened the door. You stepped out and he followed behind before closing it, giving a some privacy. He observed the area, perceiving that the coast was clear for you. You were ready to go, waiting for Jungkook to give you the go. But the human disliked seeing you off again. It was common for him to do this. You came often, but not as often as how he wanted. You’d come back a day or two later, but sometimes, it would be more than a week. If it was his choice, he never wanted you to leave.

You thought about how winsome he was every time you left. Your task looked so funny and lovesick that it felt so real. You then held his cheeks, pushing them together to puff them up.“Stop being sad, Jungkook.”

“I’m not sad!” He mumbled, leaning into your touch. “It’s just…”

“Do you want me to video call you when I’m done with Seokjin?”

The fuck you mean when you’re done with Seokjin? “Yes.” He said with no hesitation. “Text me when you get home too.’ You grinned, nodding like the adorable demon you were, and let go of his face. He sighed at the sight of you.

Jungkook bent down, closed his eyes, and puckered his lips. He hoped to feel yours on the other side, but the more he leaned in, the more breeze he got. He almost fell forward and ate shit. He peeled back his eyes to not see you in front of him anymore.

His head pivoted to the side, finding you skipping down the walkway. You looked back at him before saying, “Bye, Koo!” You fluttered your fingers at him, then you disappeared into thin air. You basically Houdini’d.

Despite that, Jungkook’s smile grew as he replayed the very memory of you saying goodbye. He loved when you said that nickname. He groaned in amazement and couldn’t wait to see you again.

With his rabbit teeth still on display, he went back inside. When he closed the door, he rested his back on the wooden surface. His eyelids closed shut as he tried stabilizing his heart rate. It was going faster than the last time.

"Dude, you're fucking whipped."

He snapped his eyes open, finding all his frat brothers half-circling him with Cheshire Cat-like smiles. "Pfft, no I'm not." Jungkook pushed himself off and stood tall on his feet, attempting to be all cool and casual. “Just another fuck…”

“Just another fuck, yeah? What is this, the three hundredth time with her alone?” Hoseok retorted, rolling his eyes.

“Seeing you all bright and dandy like the Teletubbies seeing the fucking sun!” Yoongi mentioned. "She's practically curing you, a fucking angel if you ask me."

"So you think she’s an angel…" Jungkook side-eyed his friend.

“We refuse to hear your rancid details.” Namjoon gagged before making a sour expression.

“Well, I’m never telling you.” The frat president informed. “Not like I wanna tell you anything between me and her.”

“Oooo, keeping secrets instead of stories??? What’s going on? What happened to the Jungkook we knew and put up with?” Hoseok laughed, calling his hands to emphasize his statement.

“Fuck off, Hobi Hyung!” Jungkook couldn’t defend himself on that because what happened between the two of you was really between each other, especially with your succubus status.

"JK, this has been going on for months.” Jimin pointed out, trying to be a little mindful compared to the others. Though Jungkook was the frat president, he was the youngest amongst them which meant they can fuck around and get away with it from time to time. “You're never with the same chick unless…Oh my God, are you in love with her?"

“Jungkook in love? Has the world revolved counterclockwise?” Namjoon teased, raising his fingers to his opened mouth like he was in shock.

"Can't blame him. She's so pretty and kind." Yoongi reflected, thinking back to a memory of you back at the party where you practically met everyone. “A bit of an airhead though and has so much shame.”

Yes, all of us were being reminded of how much of a fuck boy frat president of Sigma Tau Beta, Jeon Jungkook, was. He had a different person at every party, every gathering, every lunch, every day, every hour, it shocked them how he didn’t catch anything. But finally, he did.

He caught feelings for you.

"She eats our granola though. How am I supposed to eat my yogurt?" Hoseok complained.

“Shut up you idiots, I'm not in love," Jungkook stated, shaking his head in denial. “She just wants my dick and she has such a great p…beautiful personality.”

YeAh, hE’S deFINitelY noT iN lOvE.

“You brought her to your family’s house during your birthday dinner!” Jimin countered.

“She was visiting that time! Remember she doesn’t go to school here anymore.” Jungkook reasoned, trying to cover the lies. You both had to create lies about you not being in classes with him and Jimin. “I didn’t want to leave her here!”

“You could have left her here with us.” Hoseok alluded, a smirk morphing on his face.

“Absolutely fucking not.”

You, a clueless succubus, in a house alone with other men that weren’t Jungkook? Nope!

To be honest, he may have had to because though it may not be intentional, he guessed that due to your succubus aura, you kinda charmed his father a bit.

Of course, his mother was there to smack the sense back to him.

“You cuddle with her and fall asleep on the couch, and when you wake up, you carry her to your room!”

“I see you smiling at your phone and I look over to see you texting her. She barely even responds besides an “ok,” or “sure.” She doesn’t even get your memes sometimes.”

"You also take her out almost every weekend and if we have a party, you're either alone or with her. You don't even try anymore."

"What's your point?" Jungkook muttered, his attention roaming elsewhere but his friends. He even kicked his feet in frustration to ease off his embarrassment.

"JEON. JUNGKOOK. YOU. ARE. WHIPPED. FOR. ___!" The older group of friends shouted in unison.

“No, I’m not! How many times do I have to fucking tell you that I don’t have any feelings for ___?” The rosy-coated cheeked frat president was persistent, he refused to believe such accusations. “If I did, which I’m not, she doesn’t even like me!”

“Huh, well, we’re unsure about that too,” Hoseok told them. “We don’t see any part of her liking you.”

“She did make him a gourmet meal when he passed an exam!” Yoongi notified, snapping his fingers.

“She does praise you even the smallest shit.” Namjoon scoffed. “But you shouldn’t compliment the bare minimum in my opinion.”

“She even is willing to role-play JK’s demon kink!” Jimin boasted, adding to Jungkook’s humiliation.

“Okay! All of you, for fuck’s sake, let this go. Nothing is going on with us. I don’t love her and…she doesn’t love me.” In that last part, the frat president said it to convince not only them but himself. “We’re only fuck buddies, that’s it.”

“Oh, sure, and if Hoseok and I make out, we’re just bros, right?” Namjoon snorted jokingly. “There’s always one person that catches feelings.”

“And it’s you, bud.” Yoongi patted his youngest friend’s back in empathy. “And you’re downright bad.”

“Yeah, you may be feral for her, but that doesn’t mean she like that back.” Hoseok brutally mentioned, which earned a few glares around.

“Hobi Hyung! Don’t say that. We don’t know what she thinks.” Jimin lightly pushed his friend as his scolding. “But Jungkook, he is lowkey right. I mean didn’t you play with others’ emotions before?”

“Yes, but not for months!”

“So? Girls are much more cunning than we are. She’s probably waiting until she destroys you.” Namjoon shrugged.

His friends were not helping at all. They were throwing shade about how much of a player he was too. In fact, they were making him question his relationship with you, which was good…in a way?

“I’m not sure if you’re trying to support me or insult me. But either way, you bitches suck ass right now!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“We just don’t want you to get your hopes up if she doesn’t like you. Unlike you, she’s not obvious with her emotions besides confused and whining.” Jimin voiced out. “We've never seen you like this. It’s wild and scary.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, getting immediately tired of this conversation. “Look, Hyungs. I’m not obvious nor do I have feelings, and that is my final answer. You’re all being insane and stalkerish, like observing me and her? Do you even have lives beyond this story?”

“Probably, not,” Jimin answered. “We’re only saying.”

“Well, stop.” Then Jungkook finally ended the discussion as he stomped away from them and back to his room.

When he slammed his door shut, he felt the heat intensify in him. He rubbed his face with his palms as he treaded around his bedroom, thinking about what his friends said. Him being in love with you?? Thinking about that…it would take a deranged enchantress to make him head over heels, with googly eyes, and on his knees to be in love.

Well, for starters, you weren’t deranged…he assumed. As for an enchantress, you certainly weren’t that. You were a demon, a sex demon, a succubus that uses human men to gain power. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was expected to fear you the moment he saw you. But that didn’t happen, considering he threw you around like a cum cloth the first meet.

Yet as time went on, nothing bad overall—highlighting because you would accidentally drain Jungkook’s life and burned him sometimes—happened. If anything, a budding bond flourished between the two of you. How was it that a teeny succubus like yourself was able to get him through your cute smile? Your compassionate presence? Your everlasting patience? Your baffling innocence? Your exasperating oblivion? Fuck, this was bad.

He wasn’t in love, he couldn’t, he can’t. It wasn’t right, it was against all his values and beliefs.

Yeah, right. When did his values and beliefs incorporate a demon into the picture?

Despite getting to sleep with you, any other thing with you was deemed pointless in his upsetting reality. You weren’t as cuddly as him, you didn’t initiate kisses, and you answered his questions objectively. All were similar to what he does to women from his fuck boy mindset.

Yet he hasn’t been with any other apart from you when you came back into his life after the initial time. That’s what’s frightening about all of this. He was willing to drop everything to be with you. He chose not to be with other women. Instead, he thought about what places to bring you like the carnival, wrestling, sky diving, or any rigorous physical activity he could think of to make you fit. He hated it but wanted more.

You know what? Fuck you. Perhaps he should be done with you and your ways. He should tell you that he refused to help you any longer because you’re fucking up his lifestyle, the person he was before and quite enjoyed. He had no regrets prior, and now he was contemplating all his pondering decisions apart from his choice with you.

So basically fuck you and your bomb-ass cunt.

A buzz rang through his room. His phone vibrated on top of his bedside table. He went up to grab his device before unlocking it. It was a simple message from you.

My pretty Angel 😇😩😍🥰: home!

Human Jungkook: Please safe and good luck angel! Text me when you’re done

Human Jungkook: Actually video call me I wanna see your face :-(

Five minutes later…

My pretty Angel 😇😩😍🥰: ok

Jungkook didn’t realize how much he was beaming like a damn idiot. Heart thumping at your two short ass replies. He sat on his gaming chair and giggled like a schoolgirl, swinging his legs up. Oh, how he wished he look at you again. Pulling his phone to his sternum, he yearned for you and hoped you were alright.

Yup, definitely not whipped.

“Listen here, you little shit! You can’t keep disappearing on me like that!” Seokjin scolded you as he floated around the office as you sat on his desk with your head hung down. “I already permitted you and hid it away from the higher-ups. The least you can do is notify me before you’re going to your dick appointment!”

“I-I’m sorry. I took advantage of your consent, I should have told you I was on Earth.” You nodded, taking in his yelling.

“Yeah, well. For that, the higher-ups found out and now they wanna expel you!”

“What?!” Your head snapped up with your bottom lips pushed out. How was that even possible? You were a succubus, all succubus had to go through this training no matter what. It was part of your life! Was there even such thing as expulsion within your training? Was there anyone else who got expelled? Were you the first dumbass to get kicked out? “Really, Seokjin? Awww, noooo.” You shivered in panic and you started crying. Tears falling down your reddened puffy cheeks and weeping gradually escalated. You’ll be nothing anymore, you weren’t worthy enough to call yourself a succubus.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you.”

His fucking windshield wiper laugh belted over your softened cries, echoing off his office walls. “You should have seen your face. It looked like I stole a part of you and annihilated it!” He slapped his knee because it was that funny he pranked you like that. But an immediate glare from your blinking ruby-infused irises drilled through your mentor’s delight, causing him to stop himself promptly. His spine aligned upwards and he cleared his throat, apologizing feebly.

“It’s nice to fucking know that my own mentor wants to see me crash and burn!” You hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. You levitated up and rushed to him with your scarlet vision and newly developed fangs that grew last month. Seokjin winced in fright, trying to hide behind his lamp. “That was so fucking mean! You know how much I wanna complete this training!”

“Put those fangs away!” Seokjin shrieked. He wished he developed to be a little bit more mindful. You weren’t as weak anymore compared to when you first started, having obtained powers and other features. You were pretty fucking weak in contrast to him anyways, but it still freaked him out.

You moved backward, morphing your teeth and pupils back to their normal size. Your burgundy wings fluttered behind you while your tail slithered like a serpent. Your mentor got out of his hiding place and adjusted himself before continuing his thoughts. “Okay, consider that as punishment for not telling me where you were.”

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes but there was still sadness in them. “Am I really expelled though?”

“No, you aren’t,” Seokjin reported honestly, relieving you. “But the higher-ups did find out.”

“How?”

“For the record, I didn’t know. But when I would turn in your completed tasks, they noticed a pattern and got suspicious of how you were able to complete so many with ease.” He explained. “Makes sense, considering you’ve been in this training for years and this is a year-and-a-half preparation.” You shrugged as you understood that part. “They didn’t tell me specifically, because they knew I’d tell you, but I think they hired someone to follow you back on Earth. They saw you with your human.” You gasped. “They brought me in today to inform me about it.”

“What did you say?”

“I naturally said that this was all your fault and that you should take all the blame because that’s what you wanted in the first place.”

So much for him protecting you…

“So am I in trouble?” You were perplexed, creasing your eyebrows.

“This is where the good news comes in. You’re actually not.” He reassured, releasing all the stress that has been built up today. “They weren’t mad because you’ve made tremendous progress in the past months as opposed to starting years. To be honest, all they want is for you to fucking pass and if it involves indirectly cheating or using a human for assistance, they’ll turn a blind eye to your case.”

This was good, you didn’t need to worry about keeping secrets and sneaking around. You could go into the human realm without thinking you’d get caught. A weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“However, they wanted safety precautions, knowing that you are a walking hazard,” Seokjin informed, grabbing your file from his desk drawers. “Seeing that you have a human task helper, they thought it was a great idea that I meet Jungkook.”

“Why do you need to meet him?” You asked, not seeing the purpose of it all. You weren’t killing the human!

“Well, while I instruct, give you advice, and keep a record of your training, it’s only fair I meet the person that’s helping you.” Your mentor clarified. “We’ll be able to collaborate and work together with what’s best for you. You know improve your skills, maintain and enhance your strengths, analyzing in-field observations.”

“Like a damn parent-teacher conference?” You questioned, showing a face of “are you serious right now?”

“Correct, little one.” Seokjin grinned, blooping the tip of your nose. “Plus, I also wanna get to know who Jungkook is besides that task folder. Like how the fuck he was able to get you in a chokehold for him? I can’t even put a leash on you!”

“But who’s who?” You wondered aloud, thoughts going in another direction and ignoring Seokjin. “Would Jungkook be the pare—”

"I'm gonna stop you right there because that's wrong on so many different levels." He interrupted you, trying to steer it back to the main topic. “In conclusion, I must see him. It's only fair if he's helping you and I'm your mentor. After that, higher-ups would want a full report on how capable this human is. They think he’s a wizard since he can even deal with you as is.“

Seokjin meeting Jungkook was somewhat concerning. Though your mentor was present at that frat party where you met your task, Seokjin didn’t officially meet him. All your mentor knew was through the paperwork he had for you and that was it.

If you learned anything about Seokjin, it was that he was a fucking menace to you. Though you had a tendency to fuck things up yourself, at times he liked making things worse. He said that it was to challenge you but it was a load of bullshit. Always making damn excuses.

Still, you never saw Seokjin interacting with human men and that idea terrified you. What if he exposed your secrets? Like when you had to practice oral with a cucumber to impress Jungkook! You didn’t want him to know.

What if he was mean to Jungkook and scare him away? You couldn’t have that; you didn’t want to stop seeing Jungkook. You liked being with the human. His presence made you feel comforted. He always cheered you up when you felt like you weren’t a good enough succubus. He made you feel safe even when being a sadist in the bedroom. You didn’t want anyone else but him!

Like who was also gonna help you with your task??!! You didn’t wanna go through that process again.

But it had to happen whether you liked it or not. If Seokjin meeting Jungkook was the only way for you to get away with in succeeding your training as well as obtaining permission from the higher-ups, then so be it.

Currently, you were video chatting with Jungkook as promised. He kept yapping his mouth about what happened during the school event while you rested on your bed listening in and out. “Overall, it was sooo fucking boring and they expected us to dance on the dance floor.” Jungkook scoffed as he loosened and undid the tie around his neck. “Like how can I shake my ass to Party Rock Anthem? Like at least Gasolina!”

“What are those words?” You rolled over to the other side of your bed.

Jungkook opened his mouth but quickly closed it, “I’ll tell you later. Als—” He stopped for a second, observing your fallen expression. “___, what’s on your mind?”

“Numerous things and one of them has to deal with you.”

The human smirked cheekily, thinking something else about what you said. “Baby, be more clear. I wanna hear the words out that pretty mouth of yours.”

“The higher-ups of my succubus training, aka the succubi and incubi council, found out about you.” You notified. “They saw that I’ve been sneaking to Earth when I’m not supposed to.”

Jungkook felt like he was about to throw up. “T-t-they found out about me? Oh my God, AM I GONNA DIE?”

“No, Koo, you’re not gonna die!” You had to tell him again. “I need your help…”

“What do you mean? Aren’t I helping you already?”

“It’s another thing. I’m sorry I keep asking you for all of this. You must think I take too much from you.” You gloomed, letting out a few of your inner thoughts. You didn’t want Jungkook to think that you were taking advantage of him. You constantly tried to make it up for him somehow.

“Angel, I wouldn’t have helped you if I thought you were taking advantage of me. I know my limits.” He assured but lied because there were no limits when it was with you. “Now what were you going to ask me?”

You paused, breathing in and out before saying, “Seokjin wants to meet with you.”

“Uhh, excuse me. What the actual fuck? Why?”

It wasn’t because he didn’t want to meet Seokjin…wait, that was exactly the reason why. Why would he meet this mystery demon that is very close to you?

“The higher-ups thought it was a good idea for him to meet you since you’re helping me with my tasks.” You clarified further. “If anything, they seem to like you because you helped me progress in my studies!”

“…but why him?” His tone sounded flat but on the inside, he was burning.

“Because he talks to the higher-ups and I guess he knows me better than any other demon.” Your vague answer felt like a shot to his chest. He didn’t even care how you said it, he cared about the words. So this Seokjin demon knew you better than any other demon, huh?

Well, does Seokjin know how you sneezed like a kitten? Does Seokjin know your tail waves happily when you get granola? Does Seokjin know how much joy was in your laugh when you see something funny? Does Seokjin know that you liked to cuddle with something when you’re sleeping? And when you slept over, you’d have your arms wrapped around his torso like a koala?

Seokjin may not know everything about you.

“Please meet him? I promise it’ll be okay. He won’t lay a finger on you. If he does, I’ll try my best to rip him off of you.” You pleaded with your shimmering eyes that you didn’t know was one of his ultimate weaknesses. “Of course, he is one of the most powerful demons in our realm…”

As always, you asked so preciously. He couldn’t say no to that face of yours. It may be the hidden power you had over him or maybe not. Yet Jungkook wasn’t going to sway his decision.

“When do you want us to meet, angel?” He gave in to your request.

You squealed, bouncing off of the bed as you held your phone. “Really? You’ll do it?” He nodded in confirmation before you got elated. He’d do anything to see that stunning pearly whites. “I must tell him now! We’ll have everything set up and I’ll tell you the details, okay Koo?”

“Of course, angel. I’m only a call and text away.” He chuckled, gazing into his device.

You checked the time and calculated how late it was for both of you. “It’s already late, and you have class early tomorrow. You should hang up and sleep.”

Jungkook hummed in response, “I’ll start getting ready for bed soon…but you should hang up first.”

You tilted your head in wonder. “Why? Shouldn’t you hang up first?”

“No, you hang u—”

“‘Kay! Good night!” He didn’t even give you a response as you hung up so hastily. You tossed your phone onto the mattress. You rushed out your door—that was fixed and paid off by Seokjin—and went to your mentor to announce the news.

Meanwhile, Jungkook stared blankly at his darkened phone screen for a good minute after you ended the call. He tightened his grip on his smartphone as he bit his lip in an aggravating manner. He took deep breaths, soothing himself. He needed to relax on this whole thing.

He doesn’t love you. You don’t love him.

That’s that.

But why does he feel so sad about it?

“Why are you in a suit?”

Okay, quick little update—It has been a week later and you and Seokjin decided to have Jungkook meet the two of you at the house that Seokjin stole—you honestly don’t know but you have it again—since it wasn’t safe for the human to come to the demon realm.

You haven’t seen Jungkook since because you prepared for the conference. You planned the dinner, begged Seokjin what certain topics of discussion were off-limits, took a midterm that you probably failed, and overall mentally prepared for your mentor and human to meet.

Though you prepped, with Seokjin, there was no telling what was happening. He was being vague with what he had intended and usually shoved a fucking hundred-page intake form in your face. You were nervous, flying around the living room and keeping your hands busy with cooking just hours prior.

Now it was happening and you opened the front entrance right after Jungkook texted you that he was here and afraid. Mainly because the house appeared otherworldly and resembled a murder scene.

When you opened the door, you raised your brows in bewilderment, seeing the human clean cut, looking too professional compared to your pastel green baby doll dress under the strawberry printed apron you had over and bunny house slippers.

Jungkook wore an all-grey suit with black Chelsea boots. The attire included a matching fabric belt that wrapped around his waist, accentuating his proportions. Underneath, he wore an ebony button-down shirt and the same colored tie. But the best part of it all was that his hair was gelled and pushed back, revealing his supple sexy forehead and bold brows with his lip and ear piercings on display. Lastly, in his hands, he had a bouquet of purple roses.

This was a prime example of how he can get you naked with the faintest look to you.

It wasn’t that you hated him dressed like that. You pondered why he was so formal for a dinner inside an abandoned building.

“Wanted to dress to impress.” More like dress to feel better than that fucking Seokjin guy because I am better.

“You do realize it’s only us three. I’m boringly dressed like this.” You presented your dress even twirled around. Your succubus form was mellow and revealed. You didn’t like hiding your wings and tail because it can get cramped for you. You felt at peace when you didn’t need to hide when you were around Jungkook.

Your hair was pushed back by a green headband, making you extra lovely in his eyes. Though obvious with the seductive succubus stereotype, it fascinated the human how…contradicting you were. Most of the time you didn’t know what you were doing especially with other human men, there were times when you made the room feel disturbingly awkward, you were shit at flirting, and every flirt directed to you was in and out of your ears.

Regardless, that was what made you you and Jungkook loved everything about it. You had your own charm and approach to things. When others expected you to do one thing, you do it in another way. You kept your kindness high and on lock. Sometimes thinking of others before you.

An advantage that Seokjin may have used in the past…for education reasons of course.

“And you look so pretty, ___.” Jungkook complimented you in awe of your beauty. He hasn’t seen you for over a week and finally seeing you in person instead of on his phone screen, he wished to never part with you anymore.

“Aww, thanks, Koo.” You cooed and felt a little heat creeping on your cheeks. “I guess you don’t look bad yourself. Very handsome.”

“So you think I’m handsome?”

You giggled loudly and awkwardly. That was…concerning to him. “Yeah…” You almost sounded bored and he regretted bringing it up. You paused for a bit until you finally brought up the flowers he brought. “You brought flowers?”

“Oh, yeah. I got them since tonight felt pretty important.” He replied, handing them to you. You examined the pretty petals and blooming of the roses before sniffing the aroma. “They’re actually for y—”

“They’re so pretty, Jungkook! Seokjin’s gonna love them!” You interrupted him as you went towards the kitchen to find an empty vase for them, leaving the human standing like the emoji. He watched your form disappear to another room before you shouted for him to follow.

Once he reached you, you planted the flowers on the granite counter while you searched through the cabinets for the flower holder. As you did so, Jungkook brought up a question. “So…where is Seokjin?”

You finally found a vase when he asked. “He had to do something in Naameth before this. He should be arriving any minute.” You said as you filled it up with water.

“Huh? Late to the meeting? Doesn’t seem like a reliable person…” Jungkook tried to be discreet but he really wasn’t.

“You’re both late. Almost an hour and a half.” You pointed out without thought as you positioned the purple roses inside the jug and decorated them at the center of the kitchen table. “At least he told me beforehand.”

You weren’t scolding the human, though you were blunt and stated facts. It caused Jungkook to feel ashamed because he was indeed late, but didn’t bother to speak up about it. “Sorry, I got nervous so I had to use the bathroom a couple of times before coming here.”

“Oh, Jungkook!” You chuckled at his shy state, turning back to him. You’ve never seen him like this before. “There’s no reason to be nervous. I think Seokjin will like you.”

Why were you making everything about Seokjin? That wasn’t why he was nervous. “No, it’s not that.” He denied, holding the edge of the kitchen surface.

“Then what is it?” You came forth, grabbing and holding his hand with your two smaller ones. You looked concerned, almost like you wanted to take action to make his worries away.

He still was in denial.

Jungkook could only open his mouth when the two of you heard a loud bang erupt, making you both flinch and search for the noise. It came from the front, so you scurried together and passed the living room to find the cause.

In all his fucking glory and shining ego, your one and only mentor arrived like a celebrity on the red carpet. The Seokjin wore a white double-breasted blazer with a dress shirt that matched underneath. The shoulder pads of the jacket made his wide-set shoulders even more like the hypotenuse of a Pythagorean theorem. The right side of it draped down reaching his thigh, giving an asymmetrical look. Instead of going monochrome, the incubus opted for black pants and boots.

Seokjin’s hair was also pushed back, but there was a ridiculously enormous ivory fedora sitting at the top of his head. What made it even worse was a gold feather attached to it. Though it sounded outrageous, the demon somehow made it work.

Seokjin’s eyes strolled around the house until they landed on your puzzled ones. A smile beamed on his face then he spreads his arms wide open before strutting up to your stature. “My darling love!!”

Once he got to you, he pulled your body into his chest and spun you around. After that, he puts you down and kissed the top of your head, leaving you flabbergasted and Jungkook’s jaw clenched. What the fuck Seokjin?

“Uhh, Seokjin, what are you doing?” You questioned, not understanding what was going on. You stepped away from him and moved closer to Jungkook.

“What do you mean, little one? I’m greeting you.” Your mentor responded oh so causally.

“You’re not really lik—”

“Ahh, you must be Jeon Jungkook.” Seokjin ignored what you said when he immediately faced contact with the only human in the room. “It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard so many things about you!” He extended his hand for a handshake.

Hmmm, that seemed to give Jungkook a bit of satisfaction so he accepted the introduction and shook his hand. “Same for you…but I never knew she talked about me.”

“Yes, of course. She does…when we’re in her room alone together.”

Jungkook’s face sank. His head craned to you to see you…nodding???

“Yeah, and sometimes in his office.” You agreed. Uhhhh, was this going well?

“Anyways, shall we get started Jungkook?” Seokjin recommended. “You and I can chat in the dining area while our ___ here will finish up cooking. She’s making her signature dish! It’s incredible. Believe me. I’ve had it before.” He exaggerated the last parts towards the human while rubbing his stomach.

Jungkook’s right eye twitched and it doesn’t go unnoticed by a close-lipped smile from Seokjin who seemed unbothered.

Meanwhile, you didn’t see anything. “I wouldn’t call it my signature dish, but I wanted to be mindful of Jungkook’s taste. He doesn’t like anything too sour and many of demon’s dishes taste quite sour.”

Again, you were acknowledging his preferences, being so cautious with him. Jungkook’s heart palpitated quicker than before when you ended your statement with a smile and gaze at him.

“Plus this dish doesn’t have garlic and Seokjin is allergic to that!”

It was great while it lasted.

While you were preoccupied in the kitchen cooking and listening to this band that shined through the city with a little funk and soul, Jungkook was alone in the dining room with Seokjin. They sat across each other on the long table, one sat on the farthest end and the other did the same on the other end. Their posture was straight with their hands intertwined, resting on the table, almost like they were mimicking one another.

Though it only has been five minutes, nothing was said just glares. More so, towards the nonchalant Seokjin who kept his eye contact, Jungkook leered aggressively at the sight of the demon. All because he had three reasons to act this way.

Number one—Jungkook was pissed off because Seokjin was fucking gorgeous and hot. He was wrong. How was this level of sexiness possible? You informed him that sex demons were born to be visually pleasing, but this fucking dude took the prize of most handsome and went home within the minute. He dreaded it so much but had to give props to the incubus.

Number B—was the way Seokjin held and kissed you…and like you accepted? He never wanted to see you in the arms of another, that idea made him want to vomit his brains out.

Finally, letter 3—it was almost as if Seokjin indirectly challenged him, eyeing the human out every chance he had. Was that it? Does Seokjin want a competition? What was his catch? Weren’t they supposed to discuss your training and abilities? Why was this turning into who gets to claim you?

Well, you shouldn’t be claimed regardless…but in Jungkook’s defense, you were his.

“So are we gonna discuss ___ and her training?” Jungkook was the first to break the ice as scowling at the strong demon was going nowhere. “I want this to be productive for not only her but myself too.”

“Wow, you seem to care a lot about her, human,” Seokjin commented, slowly nodding his head as he wrote down something on a piece of paper in his opened manila folder. “Do you know why I wanted to see you? Better yet, do you know why I’m talking to you?”

The human cocked an eyebrow. “Uhh, ___ said that the higher-ups said we needed to meet.”

The demon hummed in response as he leaned back into his chair. “Well, that’s the main reason, but there are other answers to that question.”

Jungkook grew confused. “What do you mean?”

Seokjin sagged his head to the side to look past Jungkook to watch you dancing stiffly. “___ is a special demon. So special that she had to get a task helper for her training.” He began. “And so special that she’s important to me.”

Okay, we’re getting to the good stuff because Jungkook squinted his eyes at the demon in front of him. “She’s important to you?”

“Yes, why do you sound like it’s shocking?” Seokjin replied, eyes testing the human. “I mean you had to meet me for her sake.”

“Isn’t it the other way around?”

“Nope, because the higher-ups needed me to see how capable you are. You think a strong, powerful, and handsome demon like myself would willingly want to meet an egotistical zealous human like you? You’re practically a side bug ready to be flicked away if I say you go.”

“What even are you to her?” The human scoffed, not caring if he was being rude to a demon who kill his ass with one hit. “You’re acting so high and fucking mighty. You could be meaningless in all of this.”

“Funny you ask that…” The incubus chuckled darkly. He leaned forward as if he was telling a secret to him despite the one-and-a-half meter distance. But with his powers, Seokjin whispered, “She’s my little play toy.”

Though soft-spoken, his words traveled loud and clear in Jungkook’s ear. The tone mocked the human’s ego and pride, his possession over you. He hated it. He fucking hated it.

And to make matters worse, Seokjin had the power to replay those words in his head. She’s my little play toy. She’s my little play toy. She’s my little play toy. She’s my little play toy. She’s Seokjin’s little play toy.

Jungkook gritted his teeth as he held onto the table tightly to ease his anger. He needed his positive mindset to overcast the shit Seokjin was doing. You were not his play toy. You weren’t Seokjin’s. You weren’t his to play with.

It should be him. But not as a play toy. But one to be with and to be cherished by him. He should be the one to call you his. He should be the one to hug you and twirl you around. He should be the one to kiss your forehead. He should be the one to call you “my darling love.” He should—

“Dinner’s ready!” You announced flying in all perky and filled with joy. Your horns wiggled in delight at the food. Wings flapping in the air, you patted Jungkook’s head, snapping him out of his trance to gawk at you.

Your puffy smile and crinkled eyes consoled his inner turmoil. How was it possible that the sight of you washed away his worries yet made his heart ache so bad he felt like he was about to explore? What was going on with him on the inside? He couldn’t understand it. He didn’t want to understand it. There was no way.

You flew towards your mentor, ready to slap that goofy grin off his bothersome face when Seokjin grabbed you by the arm and tugged you down. You landed on his lap unexpectedly, making a “humph’ sound. You blinked profoundly at him before saying, “What the fu—”

Usually, Seokjin interrupts you by talking and not caring about anything you say, but today was different. He halted your complaint by kissing you on the lips. Your eyes widened, and you didn’t dare to kiss back. Sure, they were soft but fucking disgusting. It was like kissing an uncle.

It was also different from what you’re used to and you couldn’t help but compare.

You stayed still like a dead fish as your mentor tried deepening the kiss. You were too shocked to even push away. But it was a voice that you knew all too well that ultimately stopped your interaction with Seokjin.

“NO!” Jungkook slammed his palms on the table, standing up from his seat.

Seokjin parted away from you and didn’t even bother to look at your disturbed expression. On the other hand, he was very much interested in finding a furious and raging Jungkook before him. Seokjin swore he heard growls from the human. This human must be a different breed, the incubus thought.

Livid heat dragged down his neck, his jaw sharpened and clenched, and steam blew out of his nostrils. Jungkook charged toward the two of you. Though you were innocent and puzzled by all of this, the human snatched you off of your mentor by the waist with one arm, carrying you.

With his vacant arm, Jungkook thought it was a fast and effective solution to beat the shit out of Seokjin. So using all the force and techniques he learned through boxing, he punched Seokjin once, causing the demon to fall to the ground.

However, it seemed that Jungkook was done with Seokjin as he began to walk away with you now in both of his arms. You said nothing, not knowing how to contribute to this. But you chose to glance over to your mentor.

Knowing Seokjin, he doesn’t hold if someone attacks him. But at that moment, he watched the two of you walk away calmly before winking at you cheekily.

Seriously, what the fuck was going on?

You spoke no words to Jungkook as you migrated elsewhere into the house. It was when he threw you onto a bed, you realized he brought you into your bedroom. You followed his moves when he locked the door and removed his jacket from him. With piercing irises meeting your fazed doe-eyes, he loosened his tie before taking it off as well. He rolled up his sleeves up to his elbow to his comfort and liking.

He stalked around the bed, eyeing your every move, every facial expression, every breath. You sensed his dominating presence radiating the whole area, growing by the second. You surely understood what was going to happen when he was like this but still unsure of why was it happening right now and before dinner.

You feared him in an arousing way because you were excited to do this with him. It has been a while since Jungkook has been very clingy lately. You thought you anticipated his every move but tonight, you were going to be wrong and sorry that you assumed in the first place.

Your submission gradually exposed itself, afraid to speak up but you needed to know. “U-uh, Jungkook, why are you—”

“It’s sir to you, angel. Have I not been clear from the fucking start?” His dark voice spat venom, leaving no signs of care and cuddles for you.

“Yes, you’ve been clear, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” You hiccuped, you felt yourself shrinking before him. It was the way you both loved it. His mouth twitched but restrained himself from showing anything else but this. He came forth, being on the end of the bed, and leered down at you with that familiar stare. “S-sir, I’m just wondering why you—Eeek!”

Perhaps it was Not Let ___ Talk Day because you couldn’t finish your sentence when Jungkook flipped you over effortlessly by your waist. He pulled your legs and rested your knees onto the mattress, ass raised high in the air. He used his other hand and pushed down your back, bending your spine while your face was smushed into the sheets.

You wiggled as a reaction, but Jungkook wasn’t having it. He lifted the skirt of your dress, revealing your purple lacy thong that barely covered your tiny but chubby pussy. Though he wanted to let out a sigh of please, he was on a mission. With a heavy hand, he smacked your ass to keep you still.

You squeaked at the stinging sensation but felt yourself getting leaking down your hole. You couldn’t help it…he was that attractive, you were a sex demon, and you wanted more.

“You should know to keep still, you fucking slut!” He spat, giving you another spank and you groaned. “Do I have to repeat myself?”

“N-no, sir.” You sniffled, digging your face into the comforter.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Each slap got harder and harder. You swore your ass cheeks were getting numb from the ache. Your skin probably had his hand imprint, feeling raw and tender from his continuous slaps.

You heard the noise of unbuckling and a belt slithering out. You waited quietly until you voiced out a cry when the leather strap touched your swollen red ass cheek and coccyx. “Nooo, Koo!”

The evilness in Jungkook softened when he heard your pleading cry. He dropped the belt and crawled beside you. He helped you move your head to face him. You were flushed, and tears threatened to fall down your cheeks but he found the lust still in your eyes. He noticed how your ass trembled, but your tail looked in shock by it.

“Angel, did I hurt you?” With no words, you nodded timidly. Fuck, Jungkook wanted to beat himself up for pushing your limits. “Fuck ___, I’m so sorry. I’m such a shithead. We’ll stop this right no—”

“No, we don’t need to, sir.” You reassured, giving him such a precious grin. “Just no belt, please?”

He saw you, serious and promising as ever. He didn’t deserve you at all. Yet you still took him in with all your might and will. You wanted him to continue, he knew it. It was all over your face.

He smiled ever so gently, truly taking you in. He moved down to kiss your ass cheek and caressed your tail which made you inhale sharply. He went back to you grinning once more before came the cynical expression.

He stood up from the bed, observing your position. You daringly wiggled your behind once again, releasing any guilt Jungkook previously had. Shit, you’re such a tease.

He gave you one last spank before rubbing your pained bottom. You jolted from time to time, experiencing the ghost of the slaps. Once you seemed laxer, Jungkook turned you over on your back and wings. His stare leering at you while you peered open with eyes that screamed “more!”

“Take off everything, slut.” Jungkook demanded.

So with the blink of an eye, your clothes and undergarments were gone, leaving you bare. One interesting power you obtained from the past months was your ability to take your clothes off when you feel like it without even moving an inch. You were confused by it, even telling Seokjin about it. But your mentor told you succubi can develop special and personal powers on top of the standard skills. It was great for you, extra great for Jungkook.

He paused for a while, pupils dancing all over your supple body. It was something he knew he would never get tired of seeing. From the top of your head, down to your plush breasts, the curves of your waist and hips, and your captivating legs. But in between your legs laid the cunt he wanted to devour for years.

You were already practically flowing a river, drenching the bedsheet under you. He could see a translucent string connected from your hole to the dampened area. You were always so ready for him.

He grunted softly, his mouth watering at the sight of your center. He wanted to taste it, yet he still had other plans with you. Grabbing his belt off the floor, he walked steadily to your form. “Arms up.” You obliged within half a second. He hoisted you up the bed. Tying your wrists with the leather, he attached it to the headboard. He tugged on making sure it wasn’t too tight for you, so when you nodded, you were ready to go.

He climbed the bed. Your eyes met with his, his warm breathing hit your cheek. He gulped then clenched his jaw, demeanor hardening the more he kept his gaze. “You deserve to be punished, you stupid whore.”

Your irises enlarged, growing puzzled by his statement. “Why do I have t—“

“Did I say to fucking talk?!?!” He fumed, making you flinch. You quickly shook your head in denial. “You talk when I tell you to, and you do as I fucking say! When I ask you a question, you better answer! I’m not gonna repeat myself. Am I clear?”

You nodded cowardly but it wasn’t the right answer. Jungkook groaned in frustration, which led him to reach over to your nipple and pinch it hard. You winced at the pain yet pleasure of his touch. Your body wanted to submit to him. “Yes, you’re clear, sir!!”

“Good little demon.” He finally complimented and your horns twitched, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him but won’t acknowledge out in the open.

Jungkook had his hands on your knees before spreading them wide to get a clearer view of your glistening cunt. Fuck, he wanted to die. So pretty and swollen, just for him. He bent down to be on eye level. You felt him lingering before he lightly blew into your heat. You moaned softly, the cool air touching you though it wasn’t what you wanted. But you stayed quiet so that Jungkook doesn’t get angry.

He pulled back and it killed you, almost barking back. But when he shoved two fingers in your sudden hole, all thoughts disappeared and a high-pitched whine snapped out of you. He was not slow and steady. He wasted no time pumping hard in circular motions into your pussy, trying to find your sweet spot. When your voice raised higher, he knew he had already found it.

He then pushed in another finger to help you get more stretched out. It was immaculate how tight your cunt was despite taking in his thick dick. He cursed under his breath, watching you having a harder time breathing from all the mewling you did. Your face was already so enamored with what little he did to you, making him grin like an asshole.

“Such a little slut. Do you like it when I finger this tight fucking cunt?”

You nodded like a child wanting candy. “Yes, I love it, sir.” He kept hitting your g-spot and you got so dizzy. Jungkook decided to test your limit again by adding another finger in you. It was a snug fit but he was still able to continue his thrusts. His palm was practically inside of you getting messed up by the amount of essence you spurted out.

The stretch gave a dull pinch, but you handled it well. You dug your fingers into your palm as it was the only thing you could do besides attempting to break free from the belt which was unsuccessful. But holy shit, so many of his fingers touched your nerves. Each swipe to your rough patch made you go crazy. Your petals sang choir songs to his ears, body, and soul. You felt the knot in your stomach breaking, getting closer and closer to your finish line. Jungkook could feel you reaching your high, so he fastened his pace.

You moaned loudly, knowing what was about to come. However, the human decided to pull out of you a second before you came. You winced as your stretched-out walls pulsed around nothing. Your soaking cunt dripped and ached in pain from the denial. Tears escaped your eyes, your nose getting stuffier than before, and the painful eyes you gave to an unbothered human.

“I didn’t say to cum. You cum when I tell you to.” Jungkook growled, then slurping all of your wetness from his palm to the tip of his fingers.

“P-puh-please, s-sir.” You tried to speak, but you were getting intoxicated by the horniness you had for that man. “C-can…I…cum?”

“Aww, you’re begging. How cute.” He spoke condescendingly yet you gave no fucks because all you wanted right now was his dick. Which by the way looked insane hard and large in his pants. “But no, you don’t deserve it.”

“H-huh?”

“You wanna cum, you gotta earn it.” He sneered before slapping your inner thigh so close to your wet folds but not close enough. You could only let out a pliant sound, watching his menacing aura boost. “Do you still have those red candles?”

In a haze, you nodded. A while back, one of your tasks was the use of BDSM and you got provided a box filled with toys and other items to use. Besides rope, blindfolds, and ball gags, there were scarlet strawberry-scented massage candles. But they were never used because there was no time and that task went on for AGES.

However, Jungkook thought now was a good time to use them. “Bring them in.”

To his command, you magically brought it from Naameth. They were displayed on your nightstand, unused and neatly placed with the violet-colored lighter next to them.

Jungkook reached over for one of them and the lighter. Concentrated on what he had in his hands, he examined the two. The long candle presented hefty due to its thickness but it weighed light. He wafted the fruity aroma and hummed in delight before igniting the wick.

Ember appeared before him, illuminating a small bubble around it. He waited until he started seeing a small pool of liquid for the real games to begin.

Hovering it over your intoxicated cunt, he titled the candle. The ruby fluid flowed down and dripped onto your sensitivity, making you yelp at the burn. He moved all over your form, going from your nipples, your navel, back to your center, your neck, and any of your parts he knew you were sensitive in.

The stinging pain electrified your body, cascading a new tsunami of emotions you’ve never experienced before. Streams of wax trickled down and solidified on your burning skin, marking you.

“You like this?” Jungkook interrogated while you measly nodded, quaking as more of the candle wax landed on you. “Of course, you do. You filthy demon.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes before placing the still-lit candle on the table.

Suddenly, he flipped you over in the same position you first started in. Your wrists rubbed along the belt, probably going to get bruises. He wasted no time slapping your ass again once. He retrieved the candle back, which had melted an abundance of fluid that created a deep pool.

Jungkook enjoyed seeing you in painful pleasure when a sinister smirk morphed on his hot fucking face. Without thinking any further, he had the candle over your back and poured all of it on your wings.

If Jungkook had seen your face, he would have seen your eyes shrink into beady dots. An elongating shriek fled out of you, froth foaming around your mouth. Your burgundy tail rested on the side, hiding away from the utter surprise. Your wings fluttered out of control, shaking like two Christmas ornaments filled with mung beans but not at all in a fun way.

You tried breaking free but you were scrawny as shit. The burn rushed through your blood and went straight to your agonizing cunt and oozing more of your wetness on the bed. A pleasant sight for the human behind you. The sensation didn’t hurt as much as you expected, but fuck, you were about to go pray to the heavens for something to happen. You sobbed harshly into the pillow because though you felt so much but not enough to reach your peak. Your thighs quaked like a wet cat. you wanted to fucking cum, but he wasn’t letting you.

“I’m impressed that you’re still not talking and taking it like the whore I know you are,” Jungkook commented before blowing out the candle. The smell of smoke mixed with the artificial strawberry scent lingered in the area.

You didn’t bother turning back to him. Instead, you dug your head into the duvet and unconsciously arched your back lower to accentuate your rounded ass. Jungkook groaned at his perfect vision of you. He guessed you deserve something. “Just for that, you deserve a little treat.” Putting his hands in the dips of your waist, he hoisted the lower half of your body up in the air.

Being so small, it was easy for gym rat boxing galore Jungkook to carry you like you were a feather. He settled the tops of your thigh onto his shoulders. You practically were levitating since Jungkook was huge even when sitting down. He pushed your spine down and you don’t even know what position this was. He was lucky you weren’t human because you were practically shaped as a “u.” Thank you demon bones.

Jungkook had such a delicious view of your petaled sex, so bloated and drenched just begging for him. He scooted closer to the headboard, bringing you with him. Now only your head was shoved onto the bed because you hung upside down. His strong arms wrapped around you with your shivering thighs still on him.

He leaned his head before sticking his pink tongue into your cunt, making you mewl like the needy little thing you were. The muscle then swiped up and down, pushing its way into you. Then the tip found your clit, causing you to shudder. Tears broke free but they went straight to staining the sheets. You were too stimulated and not enough to feel the release.

Fuck, you tasted better than the last time like he was eating sweet cherries freshly picked out from the farm. He loved that you can actually change your essence’s flavor but honestly just as it was natural was the best one in his honest opinion.

Then your horns twitched.

Suddenly the arousal changed to your original taste, shocking Jungkook as his eyes widened but didn’t complain one bit. It only gave him more reason to latch on to your sensitivity and suckled the way you loved. Your legs trembling in ecstasy but he kept you still in his arms. Your moans increased by the second, wanting to speak his name but you didn’t dare to.

Until he gripped your tail.

“Sir!” You wept out, turning your head to breathe some oxygen. Jungkook surprisingly didn’t punish you and continued stroking your appendage. His thumb applied pressure, amplifying the state you were in. If you weren’t a moaning mess before, you most certainly were now. Your mind turned into cotton. Your eyes rolled back as your hips pushed towards his face.

His lapping tongue embedded your shaking center while the tip of his nose poked your aching bud. He ran his fingers from your tailbone to the heart tip. He went back to your base and pulled on it not too harshly but not too lightly either. You swore you were about to see stars from all this stimulation. The build-up in you got stronger and stronger, almost toward the finish line. “O-oh, I gonna cu—”

Subsequently, he stopped again. He released your tail and plopped your body back onto the mattress, bouncing from the impact. “No, you’re not.” He scooted away from you, legs spread open as he felt himself losing patience with him.

You whimpered, hot streams going down your cheeks. Dammit, you were so close. As sadist as Jungkook was in bed, this by far had to be the cruelest thing he has ever done to you. You’d rather have a bajillion orgasms than get denied them.

“Remember what I fucking said, slut. You can’t come unless I say so and you don’t deserve it after what you did.”

You were on the verge of losing the 3% of insanity left in you. You weren’t understanding your position right now. Yes, you loved the pain and the pleasure he gave but why did he do it right before dinner time? Tonight was supposed to be important but now you’re suddenly blamed for reasons you don’t know. So you spoke without caring about the consequences. You twisted onto your back to face his darkened blushed expression. Your wrists were hurt from the constraint. “W-why can’t I c-cum? I ne-never did a-anything!”

Wow, you finally yelled back. It took you long enough. But Jungkook, being stubborn and never wanting to back down, wanted to punish you. Unfortunately, his feelings for you were in the way and he had to let out his thoughts, or else, he was about to explode. “Because you let Seokjin fucking kiss you!” He spat out. “You don’t get to cum until you realize you don’t need him in your life!”

You blinked dumbly, taken aback. What the fuck was he talking about? Seokjin was your mentor, you needed him! Even after you finished your training, he was your mentor for all eternity. “Wh-what? I do need him! He can’t go away!” A bit of logic crept into your brain, trying to understand what Jungkook was getting at.

“Wrong answer, angel.”

Jungkook got off of the bed, pupils never leaving yours. Button by button, he unloosened his shirt, exposing his glistening tan skin and chocolate bar abs. Once he flicked it off of him, his sleeve tattoos were fully visible. He unzipped his pants, freeing him from the clothing. The outline of his hardened girthy dick and the wet spot on his boxers was clearly shown and it made your mouth water. Damn, this human was so defined. You wanted to throw up at how sexy he was.

He cupped himself to relieve some discomfort he went through. He bit his lips while staring into your gleaming pupils, so clueless about how he truly felt yet you still managed to bewitch him regardless. He removed the last article on him, now bare with his curved cock bouncing from his movements. He played with his lip ring, smirking at how you got unconsciously rubbed your thighs together as he played with himself. “What do you want?”

You gulped, “I-I-I want you, sir.”

Jungkook snorted haughtily, “Yeah, right. Go to Seokjin, maybe he’ll give you the half-ass orgasm that you deserved.”

You furrowed your eyebrows again. What the fuck does Seokjin have to do with all of this? You would never let him touch you the way Jungkook does. Why does he sound like he has so much hatred for your mentor? They fucking met an hour ago.

You shook your head naively, “No, I want you, Jungkook. I always have.”

Your voice and words stabbed his heart. How could you even say that when you’re with Seokjin? Wait, hold on…are you cheating on the demon with him? Are you a cheater? But doesn’t Seokjin know that you’ve been fucking him? Maybe it was an open relationship? What the fuck was between you and Seokjin?

But Jungkook realized—he was only your task helper. Nothing more, nothing less. That was why Seokjin was okay with all of this. That was why you weren’t acknowledging what he did for you. It was mindless. You needed a human to help you with your training, and that was what you got.

Your relationship was nonexistent, and it ached Jungkook. Fuck, he can’t do this anymore. He couldn’t suppress it any longer. Demon or not, you were you and he was him. You were vulnerable and dense to everything, you almost killed him by accident every single time, but he loved it because you still had a good heart and you cared wholeheartedly. You were the literal perfect being in his life.

He was in love with you and there was no way of stopping him.

Was this how the hookups and flings felt? Because it was hurting him on the inside very deeply. This was probably karma.

“Jungkook?” You called out, snapping him out of his trance.

The human blinked a couple of times before acknowledging you again. You were naked, legs spread apart. Your perspired skin glowed under the warm light. Breasts were perky and nipples were pointed. Your arousal leaked down your perineum, even landing on your puckered anus.

He thought this was the last time that he would see you like this. He had to stop seeing you. It was no good for his human heart. He didn’t want to go through this unrequited love any longer. He had to give up immediately. Well…after he fucks you into oblivion as a last hoorah, then he’d give up.

Like a hyena attacking its prey, Jungkook was back in bed. He felt his emotions threatening to get to him through his tear ducts. He couldn’t do that right now, he had to suck it up and release all of it through fucking you. He blinked rapidly to keep his cool. His hands reached the back of your thighs, opening you up.

His eye contact was fierce, scrutinizing your soul. It made your demon heart skip a beat at how intense he looked at you. Without breaking, he took himself and positioned it to your slit. He didn’t ask if you were ready as he was already going in but slower than usual. Inch by inch, he disappeared in you and you mewled at the stretch of him. He pushed in once more until the head touched your tiny cervix, promptly making you go unhinged.

You were drooling, getting the drug you finally wanted. You talked nonsensically as you bit down on your lower lips. You could practically cum, but you knew you couldn’t. How was it possible for a human dick to ruin your entire existence? That, you don’t know but you weren’t complaining.

All you could think about was Jungkook, his body, his cock, his personality, his soul. Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook. It was all about him.

He didn’t ask to move; he just did. Knowing you, you also wanted him to start now. However, he wanted to make this last as long as he could. But he felt too stimulated he thought he was going to burst in you once he filled you up. The love he had for you overpowered his control, his dominance. His pace was different, it was slower yet way harder than usual.

Each thrust made you squirm under him. You looked so pretty, cross-eyed, with hair sticking on your forehead, and trying to escape your confinement. You pleaded to get out of it by weeping high-pitched noises. You badly wanted to touch him, hold him. “Pweesh, t-t-toush you!” You yanked on the belt, attempting anything. You were numb on your wrists, only sensing the cock pounding you like there was no tomorrow. “Toush you!”

Jungkook refused for him to touch you because it will only break him into a million pieces. If you laid a hand on him, he wouldn’t want to let go of you. But he was selfish, so so so selfish. He needed this way more than you did. It was for his one last time and his everlasting memory.

Without contemplating any longer, he penetrated deeper into you. With one hand on your hips for stability, he untied your wrists. When you were free, the weight of your hands felt heavier as they bounced onto the wrinkled covers. They were much more tired than expected but Jungkook took your wrists with his hand to examine the marks that formed around them, noticing the red and purple sores.

He held them to his lips and pecked endless kisses like it was medicine to the pain. It was sort of like that because they weren’t as delicate as they appeared. His tongue lapped around the bruises. Your hands were lighter than before, allowing you to wrap them around his nape. You caught him by surprise as his big bunny eyes widened.

You pulled him near you, your noses meeting. Your lips were swollen and red, relentless moans escaped your mouth. You ran your fingers into his damp raven hair, securing hold onto him. You had no brain anymore, no thinks, no words. You lived and breathe to obey him. You were now and always will be Jungkook’s pocketpussy.

You stretched your head, puckering your lips to finally meet his, also shocking him and his brain. His heart thumped faster than normal, especially when you swiped your tongue over his teeth. The kiss grew messier, slobbering around the rims of your mouths and exchanging and swallowing each other’s spit.

Jungkook stopped tonguing you but his mouth was still on yours. “Say you’re mine. I wanna hear you say it.” He grunted. His long cock dragged in your battered pussy. “Fucking say it!”

“Y-yours, sir! I yours!”

“No, say my name right now!” Jungkook commanded. Even though he loved his sir kink, he needed to hear his name out of your mouth. “Whose are you?”

“I’m yours, Jungkook!”

“That’s right. Fucking slutty demon creaming around my big cock, you better be.” His pace increased roughly, making the pressure in your abdomen come back again. Your walls ached in hopes that you weren’t going to be rid of another orgasm. The connectedness between you two sounded sticky and wet as his dick collected the ring of foaming white from you.

“I am—hunghhh! I-I-I’ll always be.” You truthfully said, but Jungkook didn’t believe you. You were drunk in carnality.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” There was envy and wrath in his voice but it was to cover his frail judgments. “You take what you fucking get.”

“But mo’! More! Mo’!” You begged brainlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Pweesh, sir!”

“I must have fucking spoiled you. Begging for more that you can’t even handle, slut! Bad demon!” He ridiculed you, but you loved it so much. Your weakened succubus mind loved his cruel insults.

“I not bad!!!” You sobbed, tears bubbling up around your eyes from the stimulation.

“Yes, you fucking are. Bad to me because I can’t get enough of you! Bad to my body, bad to my cock that only wants to be wrapped around this tight fucking pussy.” He impaled you rampantly, your cunt bawling at the crude action. “Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!” With each thrust, he emphasized and then pinched your inflated clit in between his index finger and thumb.

You screamed as you knew you couldn’t hold it in any longer. The knot in you played tug-o-war. Body vibrating endlessly like a cellular device’s alarm, you were about to die if you kept it in. “Cum! Cum! Cum!” You chanted, wishing he’d finally let you. “Cum! Cu—”

“Cum all over me, baby.”

Once he said those words, the sound that came out of you was neither inhumane nor demonic. Your eyes crossed, making you smell the twinkly little stars around. The warmth coursed through your blood while your brain melted into a puddle. You wailed, gasping for air, sounding like a dying pig that was about to turn into bacon. Body convulsed, shuttering every millisecond while helplessly holding onto the solid man above you. He guided you through your high, rocking into you. You clenched tightly around his flaming cock, making him whine that how he was getting closer to his high.

When you finally came, your tail swiveled out and up then sprinkled cum all over your bodies. Jungkook snatched your squirting appendage, causing you to yelp at the sensitivity. He pressed the tip of it into your slightly parted mouth. “Suck up your cum.” Moaning, you succumbed to his command and opened your mouth as he inserted your spewing heart-tailed end. With your tongue sticking out, you tried swallowing your non-stop cum, but it ended up splashing all over your fucked out face.

Jungkook leaned down and joined in on your slurping session. Both of your tongues glided up and down your gushing limb. He followed the pattern of your tail, shaping around smooth ripples. Your muscles met at the tip, drinking in your pool of essence. You were intoxicated and delirious with passion and overstimulation. Your skull was hollow as an abyss. Nothing from you made sense.

He parted away before gripping back onto your hips harshly and faster, causing you to purr. It was too much, but you sucked it up. His dick continued thrusting inside of you, but he was in shambles from also trying to chase his high.

“Wanna get stuffed?” He grumbled. You could only nod, tongue lolling from side to side. “Get filled by my golden human cum.” You nodded needier. “Are you worthy of it? Are you worthy of me?”

You thought you said yes but gibberish came out instead. But it was his cue to finally cum too.

His head dropped to the crevice of your neck. He pumped into you once more before stilling himself. He whined in your ear, calling your name like a mantra. His trembling abdomen squeezed hard and his grasp on you tensed as he shot out ropes and ropes of sticky white in your battered cunt. He painted your inside, your exhausted body taking in the warmth.

Your eyes glowed scarlet again, absorbing his semen into your powers. Jungkook felt a slight tingle when you unknowingly took particles of his life force again, but he was used to it by now. It was going to come back to him anyways.

He delicately removed himself from you, but you still wailed. He peppered light kisses on your shoulder to ease you. He sat up, seeing how fucked out you looked with his cum spilling out of your wheezing hole. You looked so gorgeous like this and it was all because of him. Not Seokjin. Fucking him.

Fuck, Seokjin.

He didn’t want his cum to go to waste so he scooped the excess from the sheets and pushed it back into you. You let out a long moan, trying to push away his hand but you were too tired to. Once he was satisfied, he lay beside you, gazing at your blushing expression. You were panting heavily, as usual, never going to catch up with his energy. But you were so beautiful, it pained him.

You turned your head, drooping eyes saw the sparkles in his. He was utterly out of this world. A star shining above the rest, yet he was next to you and you wouldn’t change it anywhere even if you were realms apart.

Your shaking hand engulfed his cheek, your thumb rubbing his sweaty skin. You closed your eyes and moved towards him to close the gap, but you suddenly felt him pull away. Your eyelids snapped open when you saw him staggering out of bed.

“I-I-I have to get out of here.” He announced, rushingly scanning the room for his clothes. He had to leave now or else he was never backing out.

Though you were in a disoriented daze from post-coital, him saying he had to leave triggered your senses. You jolted up, watching him collect his garments. You never saw him this frazzled or in a hurry before. Every time you had sex, he enjoyed cuddling with you or keeping you in his arms. You were baffled and actually peeved off he was acting like this and he wasn’t telling you why.

“Koo, what’s going on?” You questioned, but you grimaced at how groggy your voice was.

“Don’t you fucking Koo me!” He swore at you. Though Jungkook was vile in bed, he was never like that outside of it. This complete 185 frightened and sorrowed you. “You know what you fucking did.”

“No, I don’t.” You informed but it sounded like a question because you didn’t know what you did. Damn, did you fuck up on dinner or something? “Jungkook, why are you so heated? Right now, in bed, more heated than usual.”

His glare on you softened when he realized the dim-wittedness lurking in your pupils. Not a damn thing in you figured out what was going on. You still knew nothing. “Forget it. It’s nothing but I have to—”

"Okay, even I know that's a straight-up lie." You interrupted him, not buying anything he was saying. You wanted to understand his reasoning. He looked so angry and frustrated. Yet you weren’t, so you wanted to calm him down and be mindful of whatever you did to make him this upset. "Talk to me. I've been easygoing, haven't I?"

"No."

"What do you mean?" You pouted cutely, and it only angered him even more.

"You're so frustrating!" Jungkook groaned, then paced around the room with his flaccid dick swinging around like a pendulum. "You really have no sense of what's going on, do you?”

Okay, that offended you. You gasped, “Now you're sounding like Seokjin—“

"Oh, Seokjin now? Wow, me sounding like him. Pfft, you might as well go to him instead of getting someone like him."

“I am confusion!”

"You're confused? You're confusing me!!"

"Jungkook, what the fuck is going on? Be clear with me!” You probed for the last time, losing your unwavering patience. You stood up wobbly from the ruined mattress. Though your legs were practically falling apart, you stood your ground. “Do human men also have periods?"

He paused his steps and pivoted towards you. He encircled an arm around your stature, chests pressing each other. He kept your balance when he picked you up and rested his forehead on your shoulder. He needed to say it before he was free from you. "I love you, ___."

Your jaw dropped, stunning you with his confession. Sadly, for the both of you, you don’t react well so you said, ”Uhhh, excuse me?? What the actual fuck?"

He chuckled but there was so much sadness to it. He knew it was too good to be true. He lifted his head, then touched your forehead with his, smelling his warm garlic bread breath (when did he have garlic bread?), and graze your nose. "I said I love you…and I'm embarrassed and miserable because you're with Seokjin."

You morphed a face of horror when he revealed that. “Huh? I’m not with Seokjin. Fuck that!" Never in your whole life would ever think to be with that conniving, irritating, egotistical, yet handsome incubus. You never had a level of attraction to Seokjin as opposed to Jungkook.

Now Jungkook grew more puzzled. “Then what the fuck is he to you?"

"He's my mentor!! He guides me through and is in charge of my training. As a mentor, he is with me for all eternity!” You explained.“He's the one who wanted to meet with you. I thought I made that clear!"

"No, you didn't!"

"Oh."

You were flabbergasted, you assumed you told him everything about Seokjin. But when you thought about it a little longer, it seemed your explanations were empty and filled with avoidance. In your defense, you never wanted to think about your mentor, especially when you were with Jungkook.

“Yeah, he's touchy and affectionate with you, even calling you pet names. I assumed you were with him before meeting him too.” Jungkook was distraught, reminiscing about today’s incident in his mind. The way Seokjin held you, and talked to you, it all seemed so real. “Like why else did he kiss you and call you his play toy?”

"Because I like to fuck around!" Seokjin burst through the door unapologetically into the sexed-up scented room, hearing everything that was done and said. You both flinched from the sound, spotting the incubus appearing amused. At first response, Jungkook was quick to protect your body from being shown to another. You weren’t as alarmed. Seokjin saw you naked before due to a physical examination. You glanced blankly at your nosy mentor. "She’s my play toy as in I like to play around and mentally scar her.” Your mentor’s eyes wandered around the mess before landing on Jungkook’s bare ass. “I knew you loved her! Even the higher-ups could see it! You were just being stubborn and ___’s a fucking dumbass to see it!"

“So…Jungkook loves me?” You finally recognized his feelings towards you.

“Did he or I just fucking say that, you dipshit?” Seokjin complained, shaking his head at you.

"But you don't love me either way," Jungkook muttered, peering down at your toes.

"Who said I didn't love you?" You fussed rhetorically. You thought you pointed out your feelings towards him well. "That has to be clear!"

"No, you are immune to my affection. What the fuck?"

“This is spicy.” Seokjin’s commentary was made aware when you leered at him.

“Can you leave us alone?” You yelled. It wasn’t even a question. He needed to leave now.

“Fine, I’ll be right outside by the door.” Seokjin huffed before exiting the broken door and frame. Though he closed it completely shut, the entire door fell, breaking into shattered chunks of wood and leaving the incubus to hear anything you both said.

"No, I'm sorry! I do love you!" You confessed, taking his large hands into yours. “I’ve always loved you!”

“Finally, fuck!” Seokjin cheered.

Jungkook’s pupils dilated. His heart palpitated faster at your declaration. Was he dreaming? “Stop, no. Really?" You nodded, smiling at his disbelief. “B-but how? You're a demon! I'm a human!"

"So? I love beyond what I am." You simply shrugged before resting your chin on his pectorals, your neck extended to see his face. "I'm also not the first succubus to love a human. Why else did I keep coming back to you?"

"For sex? To help with your training?"

"Well, yes…” He did say something matter-of-factly, so you couldn’t help but agree. But it made him deflate, and you realize it right away. “But also I love being with you because I'm in love with you, Koo!" You tried mending the damage. “I think I can remember my horns twitching during sex. If you thought of something you may like or want on me, I can automatically change it! That only happens when a succubus is in love!” You started saying all kinds of things that were truthful and how much you loved him. “I love spending time with you, I love your kisses, I love your cuddles, I love when you get nasty, and you have very nice penmanship too!”

Your continuous list made his inside warm and flutter like butterflies. He loved every bit of it. He finally glowed brightly with that bunny smile you adored.

He clutched an arm over your waist before bending you backward and dipping down. “I’m in love with you too." Your noses touched and your lips were only centimeters away. "You've changed me. I don't know if it's because of your powers, or your charm, or your fucking obsession with granola, but I can't think of and refuse to be with anyone else but you, my beloved angel."

“Then please love me, Jungkook?” You asked oh so sweetly and lovingly, curling your lips with the bats you were getting in your tummy.

“Baby, that shouldn’t even be a question. I’ll always love you.” He chuckled before meshing your lips perfectly together. A kiss that was filled with so much love and devotion, neither of you wanted to let go. You were both fucking dumbasses who were in love with each other but had miscommunication to thicken the damn plot.

Fuck you, writer.

Jungkook pecked little kisses on your lips, cheeks, and forehead, making you giggle. He then pulled back and placed you back on your feet. “But you must take responsibility for turning me into a loser who giggles at your short text messages."

"That I will!" You jumped and clapped, beginning to float into the air. Your wings and tail danced happily. “I’m glad to have had you as my first task!" You smooched Jungkook’s cheek, hugging his muscular form.

"You were bitching at me about him!" Seokjin came back into the room with his arms folded into his chest.

Not bothered by your mentor’s interruptions, you rolled your eyes and whined, ”That was beforehand! I didn't know him!"

"Yeah, whatever. So are you all good and together I assume?" Seokjin grinned with the “okay” sign before reaching Jungkook’s attention. "Don't worry, human. She was never my type—whiny and a pain in my gorgeous ass."

"Hey!" You fretted.

Jungkook focused on the sex demon. Maybe Seokjin wasn’t all bad. Though he did it in a fucked up way, the human comprehended how much Seokjin did care for you and he assumed himself too since your mentor helped your relationship finally blossom. He just didn’t like saying how much he cared outwardly. “We're good! Thank you, Seokjin. Sorry for punching you.”

“It’s fine. I felt like I was in a drama and I was the antagonist though I like to consider the anti-hero in this fanfic.” Seokjin glanced at the reader through the screen. You and Jungkook stared at one another, not sure what Seokjin peeked at. "Well, anyways, everything will be fine. I’ll send a positive report to the higher-ups. But Jungkook, you must be okay with helping ___ with her tasks. Some are more far-fetched than others."

"It should be fine with me. We've been experimenting plenty in our love life." He glimpsed at you rubbing your cheek onto his chest, even inhaling his musk. He kissed the top of your head with satisfaction.

Seokjin hummed in response, knowing what he would say may be bad news to the human “However, I did notice the uncompleted tasks that require a bit…more."

"Like what?"

"A threesome, and considering your jealous dick, you wouldn't like that." The incubus informed, making Jungkook’s smile fade.

You halted your cheek rubbing to stare at your official boyfriend miserable at the discovery. “Jungkook, please! I need this for my training." You begged, intertwining your hands together in front of you. "It won't mean anything, I swear!"

Though he understood it was part of your school, he was still wary. ”Does it have to be human?"

"Not necessarily. Just more of a being." Seokjin answered, watching the situation go slightly bad for the human. "But at least one of you has to be a human, which is you."

“Fine.” Jungkook sighed, pessimistically giving in. But your animated cheers put the grin back on him. “So I'm not letting any of my frat brothers near you like that. Do you have any potentials, my love?

"Hmmm, not really.” You replied, tippy-toeing to kiss his cheek. “Many demons try not to perform sexual activities with each other—wait! I do know one!"

"Who is it?" Your boyfriend cocked an eyebrow.

"He's a warlock from Wennale, the witch realm! He goes by Taehyung!"

"Ahh, yes. Taehyung! Gotta love him, so nice and real talker." Seokjin had a hand over his demon hard with the cheesiest yet wicked grin plastered over his beautiful damn face. "Saw him a few times with little one. Real deal if you ask me.“ He directed it towards Jungkook.

"I'm sorry, what?" Your boyfriend asked monotonously.

"It was nothing serious!” You waved it off. “He did take my virginity, what humans call it, and we did see each other a few more after it. He was sweet, called me pretty, gave me flowers, even tied me up and fu—“

"NOPE! I WILL NOT LET YOU NEAR THAT FUCKING GUY."

A/N: The end…for now. AHAHAHA JK PLS that’s it for the couple as an actual fic. Maybe Drabbles who knows. But thank you for reading <3 Also yes, they were talking to seokjin naked ;-;

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts smut #matcha masterlist

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Found an old interview, with a few juicy bits

(and a lot we knew already)

The blood tasted like "Sour Patch Kid" (lol):

The three of them had dancing lessons.... 👀

And Jacob wants to see Louis in the 80s!!! (And we know Sam got his wish^^)

Also kinda sad that Bailey won't be able to explore those hairstyles, but... anyways it's long , so the rest under the cut:

Interview with Jacob Anderson, Sam Reid and Bailey Bass

Posted on October 2, 2022 by TvMegasite Admin

TV Interview!

Interview with Jacob Anderson, Sam Reid and Bailey Bass of “Interview with The Vampire” on AMC and AMC+ by Suzanne 9/29/22

This was a fun roundtable with the three stars of this great new vampire show. If you love vampire shows, or the Anne Rice novels, you should love this show. It’s very well done, and these actors are great in it. Jacob plays Louie, and we see the story through his eyes as told to ailing reporter Daniel Molloy (Eric Bogosian, who’s outstanding as always). Sam Reid plays LeStat, the seductive vamp that turns Louie and becomes his friend, lover, mentor, etc. Bailey plays Claudia, the young woman that joins them. They were very kind and fun to interview.

Suzanne: Hi, I’m Suzanne Lanoue from TVMEG.com, and I’ve watched the first episode. I didn’t get screeners till this morning, so I only got to watch the first one so far, but I’m really enjoying it. It just grabs you and drags you in. So, congratulations on being renewed for season two already, which is great. Do you know when you’ll be starting to film season two, or have you already started filming it?

JACOB ANDERSON: We haven’t started. We haven’t started shooting, no.

SAM REID: Probably, I don’t know if we can say anything. [Laughs]

Suzanne: Have they told you yet?

JACOB ANDERSON: They haven’t not told us anything.

Suzanne: [Chuckles} OK, well, thank you!

Jamie from SCIFI VISION: Hi, I’m Jamie Ruby from SciFi Vision. Thanks for talking to us today, I really enjoyed the first five episodes that we’ve seen. So, for the three of you, can you kind of talk about how you balanced what you pulled from the book versus what you added with your own spin on it?

SAM REID: Hello, Jamie, I’ll answer that. No. But I would say that anything for myself and my character, my own spin probably came from my own interpretation of the books and Rolins’ work. So, I wasn’t really trying to put any of my own spin on it. It’s just how I imagined it to be, really.

JACOB ANDERSON: Yeah. I second that. It’s like, you will always view a character through your own lens to an extent and then it’s just kind of, I mean, I guess with anything, it’s like, do other do the other creative people like that, and do they want to discuss it? But you don’t want to mess with this. Like the combination of Anne Rice’s writing and Rolins’ writing, you don’t really want to touch it, you don’t want to just sort of throw your own stuff in just for the sake of it.

SAM REID: They’re so dense already the characters that it sort of would be a shame to try and deviate too much of thing.

JACOB ANDERSON: What could you possibly add?

SAM REID: Yeah.

BAILEY BASS: I feel the exact same way. It’s really, yes, we were cast because there’s something special in us that Rolin and the entire team really enjoyed when we were doing our auditions. But other than that, it’s really just doing the research and the book, reading the scripts, doing our own technique, and then just coming and creating in this world.

Jamie: Okay, great. Thank you so much.

Jamie from STARRY MAG: This is Jamie Steinberg, with Starry Constellation Magazine. Jacob, this is another deeply tortured soul for you to portray. Is there something about these kinds of characters that really draw you to them? Or is this them finding their way to you? Or is it something you see in them that really resonates with you and makes you want to portray them?

JACOB ANDERSON: I think it’s a combination of both. We find each other. I think I’m slightly less like Grey Worm than I am like Louis. But yeah, I mean, I think you normally want to be like very boundaried when you talk about things and be like, “Oh, well, I’m so removed from the character, and I’m brilliant at acting and blah blah blah blah blah”. But to be honest, yeah, I feel very, very connected to Louis. It’s the thing that bothered me about how Anne Rice wrote him, and also how Rolin wrote him as well. Yeah, I’m drawn to characters who are searching. And I’d ask him questions, not just about the world, but about their place in it and what they contribute or don’t contribute to it. But yeah, I also I felt like it would be like, narcissistic of me to be like, “I am the only person who can play Louis.” But namely, because there is somebody else that’s done it, as well. Many people.

Jamie: Well, I think you brings such a unique take on it, though, because of the artistry you have. Both of these characters that you mentioned, have just been wonderfully nuanced, I think through your portrayal. So it might be just a little bit time for you to pat yourself on the back for what you’ve brought to the role on your own.

JACOB ANDERSON: This one’s for you, Bailey.

QUESTION: Question for Jacob and Sam, one of the really interesting things about this particular adaptation is the romance that we kind of finally get to see between Louis and Lestat. Can you speak to that a little bit? What does it mean to you to be able to portray that relationship in that way?

SAM REID: Well, I think AMC has the rights to the entire Vampire Chronicles, and so it’s very important to make sure that relationship is established early on. Particularly as the books progress, it becomes much more clear that they are in a very intense romantic relationship. So, I think it’s it’s great to make sure that we’re serving the story correctly. And it wouldn’t be Anne Rice’s Interview With The Vampire if it wasn’t there. So, yeah.

QUESTION: I was wondering, and this is kind of specifically for Bailey and Sam, the show doesn’t shy away from race or that being a factor at all for their very long life experience. Was that important to you? And were you afraid of any ignorant backlash, because previously, the characters were paid by white actors?

BAILEY BASS: I was really excited to play Claudia. It’s really a dream to play such a complex character that’s very loud and unapologetic. I honestly didn’t think twice about anything else. I just knew that Rolin was very intentional about the actors that he wanted to cast in the show, and I’m very fortunate that I was one of them. I just dove into all the research. I read the book. I would cross reference the book and the script and see the quotes that Rolin took from the book and was very intentional about adding them into the script. After doing all the research, I mean, I became Claudia and it was fun to play her.

JACOB ANDERSON: Yeah, I think something that Rolin’s done, which is – I’m almost loath to call it important, but like it creates a richness is that this isn’t a colorblind casting situation. Louis’ central question is about his humanity and his place in humanity. I think that if you were to cast a black actor or black actors for Louis and Claudia, and to not address that, you’d take a lot away from that question of their humanity. I’m glad that we don’t shy away from it. And in terms of backlash, I just don’t want to give it energy anymore. Like I just – people are going to – I think people need to be seen. Sometimes they’ll say anything to be seen or recognized, and it’s sad, but it’s the internet.

QUESTION: I would love for you to talk a little bit about what it’s like just being vampires, being able to play vampires when biting people and having these kinds of scenes. What goes into that and how much fun is that to play? How difficult is that to play?

SAM REID:

It’s very fun. It’s very fun. Yeah, you know, because we’ve got a lot of elements that come into every scene. So, they’re very beautiful, sort of rich dialogue-heavy scenes, but we also have this whole element of the vampire, you know, he kills, so we’ll be pausing for the blood to be put in. We had all these different types of blood that we’d been drinking and tasting, and they made us hibicus flavored blood when we had to drink large amounts of it.

JACOB ANDERSON:

It did not taste like hibiscus. It tasted like it was like a Sour Patch Kid.

SAM REID: Yeah.

JACOB ANDERSON: But in liquid form.

SAM REID: But there’s a lot of thought and consideration [that had] gone into this. But yeah, it’s so much fun, really. Vampires are, I think, the best type of monster, because they have so much humanity. They’re so articulate. They experience a huge amount. Anne Rice is responsible for our shift in vampires, because she puts the perspective into the eyes of the monster, and you have empathy for them. So, it’s very fun to do these really extreme, horrific things, but also with a level of understanding and empathy and bringing that into the character. So, it’s a fun thing to do.

JACOB ANDERSON: It’s the best! It’s the best. The best monsters.

Jamie from SCIFI VISION: So, obviously, you guys do go to some really dark places, though, with your characters. Can you sort of talk about getting into that headspace, and how you sort of, I guess, get back out of it? Is it hard to sort of go there? For all three of you.

BAILEY BASS: Yeah, it’s hard. We had such long days that it kind of, for me personally, it was hard for me to differ[entiate], like, who’s Claudia and who’s Bailey. So, I kind of had to, like really sit with myself and reflect, but it’s hard. But then also, this is what I love to do, and playing such an extreme character, that’s what makes it fun is that I get to relive and be in these spaces that I would never normally be in if I didn’t get to play Claudia. But the dark, even though it’s dark and everything, I definitely enjoyed it. And I had Sam and Jacob, which they were incredible scene partners, and we all had each other. We made sure that throughout the whole process, our mental health, even though we’re like hysterically crying sometimes that afterwards, our mental health was still good,

SAM REID: I think to Bailey’s point, like, sometimes the darkest jobs or the darkest sets where the material is the most bleak are the most fun, because, we instinctively know how to just kind of like, help ourselves through that. So, we’ll be making a lot of jokes. You know, it is ridiculous, sometimes what we’re doing, and you have to step back and think [laughs] You know, we’re suspended in the air, covered in blood, so we just kept it light. It was a fun thing to do.

JACOB ANDERSON: Yeah, I agree. I mean, it’s dense. It’s dense, so you need to focus on the language as well. Like, aside from, yeah, we had a lot of fun, but when you’re doing the scene, you focus on what you’re doing. And I think if you let yourself get dragged into it too much, then hard to to do your job, I think.

Jamie from STARRY MAG: Bailey, this is such a beautiful costume you have. Talk about when you first saw what you’d be wearing for the series, and if you had any input, and if it takes really putting on that costume to embody your character.

BAILEY BASS: Costume is one of my favorite things in my job, being able to speak with the costume designer and be able to talk about what she saw when she read the script, because it’s not just me, it’s a big collaboration of an incredible crew that helps make us look good, basically. And to be able to talk to hair, makeup, and costume and get to know what their first ideas were when they read the script, and then being able to collaborate with them and say what I thought, was really, really fun. And the costume designer for this show, Carol, was just so collaborative. I came in and we were talking about posture. That’s a very big thing for Claudia, because in the beginning, she’s like fourteen years old, and she’s excited being a vampire. She would shrug a lot and just walked like, however and had terrible posture. So, the costume designer would think about that when she was making the costumes. And then also I have to look like a little girl. So, she created these beautiful bows along with making sure that the shape of my costumes hid any curves possible. So, when I put them on, I really felt like a little girl. So, when I was doing the scenes where Claudia is struggling, she wants to be a woman, and I’m sitting in this pink dress that it’s not flattering to anything that’s me as Bailey, it was really easy to feel what Claudia would be feeling at that moment.

Suzanne: I really enjoyed the wedding scene and your dancing, Jacob; that was great. Was that actually you dancing? And did you have to train for that, or did you already know how, and will there be any more singing or dancing in the show?

JACOB ANDERSON: That was me and Steven Norfleet, who plays Paul, and we had about a month to train, to practice. I don’t know if you’ve ever done tap dancing, but it’s like learning how to walk again, like how to walk for the first time, like to get your brain to coordinate in that way and to like shift the weight of your body is really confusing. And to add to that we did a lot of our lessons on Sikkim (???). And it’s all like, it’s all sound. You like making music with your feet, but with the lag of, of like, you know, doing it online. But you just drill; you just drill it every day. You drill it every day, and just you have to listen. It’s less about like being mechanical about your body and just like listening to the sound. But there is there is more dancing in the show.

Suzanne: Oh, good.

JACOB ANDERSON: Yeah. It was in the trailer, right?

SAM REID: Yeah, the three of us did dancing lessons.

JACOB ANDERSON: Yeah, we did.

QUESTION: I’m curious to just have any of you or all of you talk a little bit about what you love most about the dynamic between all three of your characters, either once Claudia comes in, or kind of as that progresses.

JACOB ANDERSON: I find it, I think from Louis’ point of view, he’s trying to recreate a kind of family dynamic that he is grieving for in his human life. I think it’s probably the thing that he misses most in some ways. It’s like a grounding thing, is his brother and his sister and his mom, maybe to a lesser extent, but maybe not. So, I find the way that it kind of goes for them, and for him, it’s kind of unexpected. I think he wanted, he was hoping that in bringing somebody else into their family, I think he thought that Claudia might be like him. [laughs] So, it’s interesting. I feel like an outcast, but to also be a part of – I mean, I’ll let Bailey talk more about about that part of it, but really, Claudia ends up being sort of forgotten about a little bit, and their dynamic, which is sad.

BAILEY BASS: I think what’s wonderful though, is that there’s really no protagonist or antagonist. It changes through every scene in every episode, because these characters are so specific and complex, and Rolin Jones, the writer of the show, did an incredible job of explaining in depth why we do what we do. There’s a reason why we kill the people that we do, why we hurt each other. And because of that, the viewer kind of feels bad for the person hurting the other, but then also feels bad for the person being hurt.

QUESTION: So, obviously, as vampires, your characters live very long lives. Which era would you like to see, be able to play your character in?

JACOB ANDERSON: 80s 80s 80s. I want the pastels. I want the hair. Let’s go, 80s.

SAM REID: I’d probably do the 1700s. I think Lestat really that is where he’s from, and that’s the era in which he was born into, so I’d quite like to see him in that in that era.

BAILEY BASS: I just want to get to the 50s. Like, I just want Claudia to get to the 50s so I can wear all those skirts and just explore more hairstyles, because we evolved. Doing the prep work, there wasn’t a lot of hairstyles – we had a horrible of time looking for photos of black girls in that time period with very versatile hair, which we know they existed, just no one took pictures of them. So, to be able to expand that more and show women who have curly hair, that this is what they look like in that time. I’d love to expand that and go into the 40s and 50s.

Transcribed by Jamie Ruby of ScifiVision

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DAISIES - pt 6

Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader / soft oc

Words: 4.3k

Summary: It's a stormy day in the Shire, and you end up spending some one on one time with Merry, as you both escape the storm. He finally starts to open up.

Content warnings: angst, thunder

AN: I wrote some of this half asleep, I hope you enjoy it regardless, lol.

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In the distance were dark clouds, and the deep sound of thunder rumbling could be heard. The seemingly endless rows of corn stalks were slowly swaying with the wind. The stalks were greener than when you last saw them, and they seemed to have started to get closer to their last stages of growth.

The book in your hand had captivated you, and your mind seemed to have sunken into the letters on the page, making your surroundings quiet and the story so much more exciting. The low drumming of thunder in the distance snapped you out of your trance-like state, and you closed the book.

You started climbing down the huge boulder, every step careful since it was quite high. You made your way down, and your feet sunk into the soft dirt again. With a sigh, you started making your way out and through the dense rows of corn. The approaching thunder made the path under the high growing stalks much darker, and you were hoping you would not get lost, as you barely found your way back in without Merry's help.

Some time after you made it through the cornfield, the thunder seemed to be slightly closer again. The wind picked up its pace and the air felt pressuring, giving you a slight headache. It was a warm day, so you didn't mind the wind. Yet, of course you didn't want to get caught up in a thunderstorm, so you picked up your pace, almost running forth.

You made your way back to Hobbiton, but didn't quite reach home when the downpour began. You decided to go inside the familiar building across from you.

You greeted the pastry shop owner with the same smile you always did, and she offered you some freshly baked carrot cake once again.

An hour went by, and the storm was right on top of you. The rain was loud, the thunder was almost deafening and the clouds created a veil of darkness all over Hobbiton.

You had been reading the book since you first sat down, and you finally finished it. Two days it took, and yet, you found yourself hoping that the book had never ended.

It was a book filled with romance. The kind of romance you had always dreamed of. The kind you never thought you would find. You craved the warm feeling the characters had with each other, and the devotion they had for one another was something you deeply desired. The book gave you a hollow feeling of missing something you feared you might never have, and it felt like an escape from a harsh reality before you read the last words on its pages.

In these thoughts you dwelled for fifteen minutes more. You thought that maybe it just was not something that was written in the stars for you, considering that after all, all of your romantic conquests before had been nothing but dreams that felt wrong and eventually shattered. Every past romance was to you a sad memory of what never could have been, but what you wished you had felt.

"Fancy seeing you here!" you suddenly heard Merry say as he entered the pastry shop, soaked from head to toe.

"Merry!" you said cheerfully, happy to see your best friend so unexpectedly. Merry smiled at you widely. You could hear the floor squeak under his wet feet, and his breathing was loud and uneven.

"I saw you and ran here," he panted, now resting his palms on his knees and steadying his breath. "I was on my way to go see Sam."

You gestured Merry to sit down with you. He took a moment to shake off the wetness of his hair, and to try and squeeze the top layer of his clothes dry.

"Why would you leave home in this weather?" you asked him.

"I had plans with Sam," he responded, taking off his yellow embroidered waistcoat to dry it. "But the weather got worse so I gradually made my way closer."

"What plans did you have with Sam?" you asked while he was setting his coat to dry on the back of a chair.

"That doesn't matter," he said, sitting down. "What matters is this. What are you reading?"

Merry took the book that was still laid down on the table right in front of you. He looked at the front and back of the hard covered book, before opening it to the first page. He was processing the text, taking in the summary of the plot. His elbows were on the table and his right hand was holding the book open. He lifted up his left hand to bite the fingernail on his thumb as he read.

"It's a good book," you said, voice slightly melancholic. "Yet, it makes me sad."

Merry took one quick look at you, and returned his eyes to the book. He then closed it silently, and put it back on the table.

"Have you finished it?" he asked, admiring the quick flashes of lightning outside.

"I have," you responded. "I actually finished it a moment before you got here."

"Did it have a sad ending?" Merry asked you, his arms now crossed as he was leaning back in his chair, balancing on it and rocking back and forth.

"It actually had quite a happy ending," you responded.

Merry turned to look at you. He stopped moving in his chair.

"Then why does it make you sad?" he asked curiously, to which you shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know," you said, with a thoughtful look on your face. "I mean, I think I know, but it's quite a sad thought and I don't feel like being a downer."

Merry looked at you with concern and moved closer towards you, the legs on his chair dragging loudly against the floor.

"Talk to me," he said warmly.

"I guess it just frustrates me," you opened up. "Knowing that love like that only exists in great stories. At least for me. I have always dreamed of finding something of that level of love and devotion, yet now that I read this book, I don't think it actually exists. Not for me."

"Why?" Merry asked with a neutral expression, but his lips slightly curled downwards.

"I mean, we have talked about this before, Merry. The certain empty feeling with people. Never having felt content with anyone before. The more I spent time in my head after finishing this book, the darker my thoughts became. It just makes me feel like I'm missing something."

Merry looked at you, his eyes sad and his soft half-smile showing compassion.

"I think we all have someone special meant for us," he said. "There is someone for everyone. Someone who makes everyday chores feel less burdening, and someone who makes you smile without even having to try. Someone who knows you like the back of their hand, and who makes all the troubles in life feel, well, less troubling. Someone who never makes you feel empty. It just might take some time to find that person. Or to notice them. To really see them."

You smiled at him, his words warming up your heart and reassuring you once again.

"You are wise, Merry," you said softly. "And you sound more confident about this matter than before. How can you be so sure?"

Merry stayed quiet for a while. The look on his face was that one look you were not yet familiar with. The new look he had on his face at the dance in Brandy Hall. Soon he responded with a reassuring smile.

"I just know," he said. "Our conversation back then when we were smoking pipe-weed, and many conversations since, have given me some new perspectives. No matter how scary those perspectives might feel."

"Why would they feel scary?" you inquired, trying to discreetly analyze that new look on his face. Maybe it was one of newfound confidence?

"Because sometimes-" Merry said, but did not finish. His voice went quiet and he instead turned his gaze back outside, where the storm was still watering the Shire and swaying the trees.

"Sometimes, what?" you asked. Merry did not respond. "And also, what other conversations have we had about this matter? I don't believe there are too many."

Merry turned to look at you again.

"Oh, not only you. I also discussed this stuff with Pippin."

"And what did Pippin say?" you asked with a small smirk. "If Peregrin Took has gone and become so wise that he erased your insecurities, I must know!"

Merry laughed, relaxing more.

"He is sometimes surprisingly smart," Merry said, his face full of amusement and his lips in a wide smile. "He just gave me a new perspective on things."

"Do you want to elaborate more?" you asked.

"No, but I would like to ask something important," he said with utmost seriousness.

"What is it?" you asked him, slightly surprised at his serious tone. He took a deep breath before answering you.

"How many of those cookies do you think I can fit in my mouth at once?" he asked, pointing to the counter.

You let out a whole hearted laugh. Merry always knew how to say just the right thing to make you eventually laugh so hard that your stomach would start hurting.

"I don't know. Should we put that to the test?"

"I believe so," smirked Merry. "We have time to kill during this storm and I believe this is a good way to spend the remaining time."

"See? I was correct!" you giggled, pointing at Merry's lips with your mouth. "You can't fit more than six!"

Merry's mouth was filled with round cookies, and his cheeks gave him the looks of a squirrel harvesting nuts in its cheeks. Crumbs were falling out of his mouth as he tried to speak.

"I can fit more!" he mumbled, barely making any sense as the cookies affected his ability to speak properly. He took one more vanilla cookie from the plate placed in front of you, and started shoving it between his lips.

"You will choke!" you pointed out, laughing.

Merry kept pushing the seventh cookie in his mouth, until he finally got it on top of the other ones he had stashed, and smiled wide, cookie crumbs flying everywhere. Merry lifted his hands up victoriously, while you were holding your stomach from laughing so hard.

"I told you!" he cheered incoherently, until his reflexes made him spit most of the cookies out.

"That's disgusting!" you giggled, eyes watering and cheeks red. Your face was hurting from smiling so much.

Merry wiped his mouth, took a napkin and placed the cookie pieces inside it, throwing it in a trash can.

"Now it's your turn."

"Excuse me?" you answered, lifting your eyebrow, wiping the tears of laughter out of your eyes. "You might want to look like an idiot, but that's not one of my plans today."

"Of course," Merry said with a mischievous grin. "I knew you wouldn't have the guts."

You narrowed your gaze, his challenge tempting you. You chuckled softly, shaking your head and your face relaxing again.

"You know I could beat you, right?" you said smugly. "It's just cookies. How hard can it be?"

"Then take on the challenge," Merry smirked, pushing the plate across the table towards your direction. "Fit eight cookies in your mouth, and win. Since you're so confident."

You looked at the plate of cookies, wondering if you really could win him in this challenge.

"This challenge is stupid," you said after a moment, pushing the plate back towards him.

"I knew it!" Merry shouted loudly, slamming his hands on the table with a smug look on his face. "I knew you wouldn't take on this challenge! You can't handle it."

"Give me that," you said immediately and pulled the cookies back in front of you.

Without a second thought, you started pushing the cookies into your mouth, one by one. You weren't able to enjoy the vanilla flavored goodness for long, and by the fourth cookie your mouth already was full. You tried shoving a fifth one between them, failing miserably. Merry was smirking at you, and you felt the defeat approaching. And yet, you didn't want to give up.

"Just give up," Merry laughed, satisfied by his clear win. "You can't do it."

You responded by trying to force the cookie in your mouth for ten more seconds, but then you threw the cookie back on the plate and spat the remaining bits out of your mouth into a napkin.

"Fine! I give up," you pouted, crossing your arms.

"Yes!" Merry cried, jumping up from his chair, his hands up in the air. He did a small victory lap around the table, before sitting back down. He immediately noticed your face, smirking at your frustration. "Oh come on now, don't be a sore loser. You did just fine. I just happen to be the master at these things."

You gave him a side-eye, face serious. You felt a smile trying to form on your lips, but you wanted to see if you could make him give up his victory. Merry noticed your plan, and started mirroring your facial expression and position. He crossed his arms and pouted, looking straight into your eyes. The corner of your mouth twitched, and you could feel the laughter trying to escape your throat. He took notice of this, and he made an exaggerated sound of a muffled laughter, which sounded to you more like a confused dog barking at a chicken - and on that note you cracked up into a loud laughter, no longer able to keep your playfully furious composure.

"You're so frustrating!" you shouted, your face full of amusement and joy.

"That is my job," he said proudly. "I do like annoying you, because I know I can make you laugh just as fast."

"That's not true!" you responded, a shocked look on your face, whilst fully aware he was right.

"Yes it is, and you know it!" Merry teased gleefully.

The thunder was still rumbling outside. A loud strike of lightning made you flinch, driving your laughter away for a moment. Merry looked at you with concern.

"That was loud," you stated, shaking off the momentary fear the loud thundering created in you.

"Are you alright?" Merry asked you.

You nodded, and you started to admire the way the rain was pouring down, creating a hazy view outside the window. Suddenly two tea cups were placed in front of you and Merry.

"This is for you," said the owner of the shop warmly. She smiled meaningfully at you and Merry. "On the house."

"Oh, there's no need!" you said modestly. The old Hobbit shook her finger.

"No, miss. You two spend so much time here that I think you deserve a little treat in this awful weather. Besides, you bought most of my cookies. You need tea to chase it down."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Merry, bowing his head at her in a friendly manner. She smiled at him and walked to the office behind the counter, closing the door behind her.

The tea was served in a beautiful, light pink porcelain cup. It had golden swirls on it, which went all around the cup, reminding you of vines of ivy wrapping around a wooden pillar. The tea smelled sweet and cinnamony, and with it came a sense of calm.

"This smells amazing," you declared quietly, taking a long sip of the warm tea. You closed your eyes to savor every part of the flavor, which hit your tongue in the most satisfying manner. As you opened your eyes, you caught Merry staring at you. He quickly moved his gaze away and took a sip of his own tea.

"It tastes wonderful," he said, his fingertips tapping the edge of the porcelain cup, the sound surrounding him with a nervous aura.

You took a glance at your book, which was still laying on the table. You smiled softly. You thought about a chapter in the book, where the main character was at a ball, dancing with the man of his dreams. Then you thought back to the night of the dance at Brandy Hall earlier in the year. You pondered for one moment if you should have invited Pippin's sister to dance - after all, she did look stunning that night.

"Do you think I would have had a shot with Pervinca, if I invited her to dance back at Brandy Hall that night?" you asked Merry, playing with the idea of 'what if'. He responded with a quiet, mumbling sound.

You took another sip, enjoying the playful dance of cinnamon and vanilla in your mouth. You kept admiring the view outside, and despite the rough rain, it was beautiful, and the grass of the Shire looked greener than ever before. You turned your eyes back to Merry to ask him something, and you caught him staring at you again. This time he did not turn his gaze away.

"Are you alright?" you asked. Merry had a look on his face you had now seen a few times, but every time you saw it, it confused you even more. Except this time, there was a hint of pain in his eyes, so you decided to confront him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

This straightforward question made Merry visibly more nervous and uncomfortable. He switched his position several times in the span of seconds, his fingers were tapping the tea cup in rapid motions and his cheeks were slightly flushed. He was blinking fast, and his eyes were locked on yours. He opened his mouth as if to respond, but he closed it just as fast. You had never seen him like this before.

"I'm just-" he mumbled, his voice shaky. He didn't continue.

"Merry?" you asked caringly. "What's wrong?"

Merry kept quiet, his movements almost uncontrollably unsteady as he switched his position constantly, and his breathing was shallow and heavy.

"I can't," he said, his voice quiet and breath unsteady. "I have to."

"Merry? Please tell me what's wrong. You're freaking me out."

You had never seen him like this. You weren't sure if he was having a seizure, or if he was having a breakdown. You didn't know if he was about to blow up like a firework, or if he was about to perhaps burst into a sudden dance. You tried to take his hand to comfort him, but the second your fingers brushed against the back of his hand, he pulled his hands away from you, the tea cup and the table.

"I have to go," he said quietly. Merry got up in a haste, gathering his things as you kept calling his name.

"Merry! What's wrong?" you said, now slightly panicking about the behavior of your best friend. "Please, talk to me!"

But Merry was shaking, and non responsive. He put on his coat and walked outside into the storm. Your concern for him was overwhelming you, so you gathered your things and followed him.

His steps were quick, and he was running his hand through his curls as he walked away from your direction. The thunder was still directly above you, and the rain was violently slamming against the ground. You barely had time to see where he went, as the veil created by the falling rain was obstructing the visibility of your surroundings. You saw his dark blonde curls disappear behind a corner, and you sprinted after him.

You ran as fast as you could to catch up with him, and as you finally saw his green coat, you grabbed him by his shoulder and forced him to turn around.

"Talk to me!" you yelled at him, full of concern. "Please! You're making me so worried."

"I can't," he said in desperation. "I just can't. Not this time."

His face was full of gloom, and his eyes seemed to hide some pain behind them. The way he looked at you was the same look from the dance once again, except this time it was much more intense. It was so intense, it felt like his sorrow was piercing through you.

"Please, talk to me. I feel so confused. You act normal one day, and the next day you pull away. I don't understand. Talk to me, please! I'm your best friend. You can-"

"That's the problem!" he cried, his voice slightly cracking up. He pulled his shoulder back from your grasp. He ran his hands through his hair, slightly pulling the strands of curls as he did so.

"What do you mean that's the problem?" you responded, confused and panicked. It felt like your best friend didn't trust you anymore, and you could not connect the dots on why he wasn't able to speak to you about whatever he had on his mind. It was devastating you. "Please, Merry. You're scaring me."

Merry switched the balance between his feet swiftly, his nervousness more visible by every passing second.

"I can't talk to you about this. I can't," he panicked, as you kept demanding an explanation.

"Merry, please. Don't shut me out. If I did something-"

"You didn't do anything!" he cried out, pulling his hair.

The rain was soaking you both, but the intensity of the situation didn't give you any time to pay attention to the uncomfortable feeling of your wet clothes clinging onto your skin. The thunder was rumbling in the background as you stared at your panicking best friend, who seemed to be having some sort of a melt down.

"Then tell me what's wrong! You know you can trust me. I am your best friend, Merry!"

"That's what scares me! You're my best friend, I'm not supposed to..."

You looked at him, puzzled. Your heart was pounding from your nerves taking over and the anxiety was filling up your body. Merry wasn't looking at you. He was visibly confused, hurt and frustrated, all at once. He was pacing back and forth, as you watched him helplessly.

"What scares you?" you asked, shouting over the drumming of the thunder.

Merry let out a frustrated groan, as he kept walking around in small circles aimlessly. He kept pulling his hair, his expression desperate and he was clearly at loss with words. His mind was spiraling, and he was avoiding the pressure of your gaze. The raindrops sounded like small stone pebbles falling to the ground, as the storm grew heavier and heavier around you. And yet, you had no desire to go inside to safety: your priority was to help your best friend.

"All of this scares me!" he shouted over the rain, looking into your eyes and taking a step toward you almost aggressively. His voice was filled with frustration and sadness. "I'm not supposed to... I've never looked at you this way before, and it scares me!"

You went silent, as you did not fully understand what he was saying. None of his words made sense to you. There was only one explanation that was possible, but you refused to understand it.

"Looked at me in what way?" you asked. Your mind was spiraling, trying to come up with any other possibility than what you now started to piece together: what you refused to keep piecing together.

And with a huge flash and a bang, a tree fell ten feet from you and Merry. The storm was rapidly getting worse, and the loud sound made by the lightning hitting a tree had made you squat down, cover your ears with your hands, and close your eyes shut.

Merry lifted you up to your feet, supporting you from under your arms, and he started rushing with you towards Bag End. He had one arm around you, and his free hand was pulling his coat over his head to cover himself from the worst of the rain.

The sprint to Bag End was the fastest you had ever run, and Merry kept looking at you to make sure you're safe the whole way to your home. You bursted through the front door loudly, closing it immediately behind you. You were drenched and shivering, and your mind was still spiraling.

"What on earth were you two doing outside in this weather?" asked a low, friendly voice immediately after you burst into your home.

Gandalf stood there, shaking his head and smiling warmly. The wizard was so tall he had to lean downwards a little, so that his head wouldn't hit the ceiling. His pointy hat made him so much taller, that he had decided to not wear it inside Bag End anymore, just to be able to walk around more comfortably.

"We got stuck inside the bakery," you responded, out of breath, followed by a sneeze.

"Oh dear," said Gandalf, taking off your coat. He offered you a felt blanket from a small chair next to the front door, and you wrapped it around yourself for warmth and comfort immediately. Gandalf smiled compassionately. "Frodo and I have been drinking tea for quite some time, but I believe there is still some left. Would you two like some to warm you up?"

"I think I need to change and take a warm bath," you responded, sneezing again. Your whole body was trembling, and the cold and wet streaks of water kept falling off the curls on your head, making you squirm everytime they slid down the bare parts of your skin.

"I believe young Meriadoc will be able to borrow some dry clothes from Frodo," Gandalf smiled, to which Merry nodded, his face serious and melancholic.

Gandalf started to walk towards the kitchen, dodging anything hanging from the ceiling every now and then. Merry put his coat on the tall, wooden coat rack and started to follow Gandalf.

"Merry? Can we please-" you said in a concerned, shaky voice. You were trembling from the cold as Merry turned to look your way, but then he made his way to your kitchen, leaving you standing there alone in confusion, feeling helpless. You were left there with the fear of losing your best friend.

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jams-sims · 5 months

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This single comment by @sweet-potato-42 has sent me down a hole-

They are right as much as the whole conversation between Philza and Tallulah months ago where Philza offers to be her replacement Papa and she accepts. Things have taken a shift where yes it still true but with the return of wilbur. Philza act like what he signed up for a replacement not the real thing. What I'm saying is his biases are starting to show. Which from being a Philza only (sometimes) he wasn't like this before. Something about Wilbur actually showing up and Philza and Wilbur's confrontation changed something. It like Philza really in that "I'm not her father I still care but my son is right here and I must care for him first."

Now I think Tallulah always meant for Philza to be a tempt dad. I don't think it was her actually asking him to be her real dad. ( I can see that being used as an argument for Philza being neglectful or something or another.) But what it truly is something that could fester into a complex for Tallulah.

Her grandfather/tempt papa doesn't truly see her as his kid. She will always be Wilbur's, but wilbur is never around so she is a child of no one.

I mean to flip this on it's head, all of the changes would have to be done on Tallulah's end. I could be nervous about nothing and Tallulah could see this as a none issues (doubtful). I don't know how Tallulah feels, until she makes a book and forces Philza to read it lol. Philza won't just simply replace Wilbur, because Tallulah has to want Philza to be her real father. She has to say I don't want Philza as a temp father anymore. An you'd think that would be a natural progression thing. But Philza is dense okay, man has bird brian sometimes you gotta spell it out.

But I feel like with everything that's been happening we got set back. Which is gonna set us back even further with that gotdamn letter. This all stims from the gotdamn scene from purgatory. Where sh ask "where is wilbur" and Philza can't even bare to look at her. I'm just losing my fuckin mind over it because it's soul crush!

#qsmp #philza

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cupidjyu · 9 months

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when we sway, i go weak

hyunjae x reader

genre: hyunjae teaches you how to dance!!!!! spy au, slow dancing, this takes place in the olden times with those fancy ball dance parties, friends to lovers, flirting, first kiss, few suggestive jokes because that's my immature humor, tension, i purposely made them talk fancier because i think it’s fun to write LOL, prince hyunjae??? notes: i got this idea from a movie i watched (enola holmes 2) that scene got me giggling like omg you guys should totally search up the dance scene hahahaha word count: 2.5k

Your mission was simply impossible.

“Dance with a man, they said?” You scoffed, leaning over the railing as you peered over the dance floor below you. You could see a few couples, dressed in their most fancy and expensive clothing, gracefully weaving in and out as if they were professionals. “Dance with a man to get the information that I need? This is… absurd.”

As a spy, you often needed to disguise in order to get what you wanted. You were used to it anyway. You’ve done tons of them and the roles you had to act out were fairly easy. A servant? All you had to do was listen to what the others needed. An elderly person? Just walk really slowly.

But to act like a rich, well-dressed magnate is where you crossed the line. Acting elegant and proper wasn’t your forte and you didn’t quite enjoy it. At all. But, you had a target and the only way to talk to him was by… asking him for a dance.

“Ridiculous,” You mumbled to yourself, collapsing against the railing.

A shuffle of footsteps next to you.

“What is ridiculous?”

You raised an eyebrow and turned. That was when you came face-to-face with Hyunjae. Hyunjae, Jaehyun, he went by many formal names.

He himself was actually a rich, well-dressed magnate.

“You.” You narrowed your eyes.

“Me?” His shoulders raised and his eyes widened.

“Yes, you!”

“Okay, so I’m ridiculous.” He goofily smiled. You groaned in frustration. Hyunjae, an affluent person, a man who knew much about business and money, was frankly a doofus. You had worked with him a few times and you had found that he was much, much different from how he looked. Despite his tall build, broad shoulders, and objectively… handsome face, he was a complete fool. And he accepted that. Because he was a fool.

He liked to joke and he would always point out when your lips curled up into a smile. He also liked to hug. A lot. Even when you insisted that he didn’t need to, he would only hug tighter.

Putting it simply, Hyunjae is a friend. A slow, slightly dense, friend who you could rely on. No matter how many times you complained about him, you always found him right by your side.

“I only worry for you.”

Hyunjae had once replied this when you asked him why he continued to help you, even during the more hazardous tasks. He couldn’t even fight.

He could probably dance though, right? You sucked up all of your dignity and you reached forward, grabbing his firm arm in yours.

“I need you for something,” You stated, leading him off into a room, any room that would be empty.

“Oh, you need me?” He purred with a cheeky smile. You clicked your tongue and ignored his words.

Finally, you pushed open a door and it seemed to be a library. Bookshelves covered the walls and the floors were empty except for a single desk with ancient-looking books stacked on top. Hurriedly, you closed the door and you pressed him up against it, leaning forward. You were so close that you could feel his breathing against your lips.

“Are we about to kiss, sweetheart?” He smiled.

You jabbed him in the stomach with the blunt side of the pocket knife that you tend to carry around in case someone attempted to stab—no pun intended—you in the back. He hissed in response.

“That hurt,” He grumbled.

“I hope it did.” You scowled. “And no, I don’t want a kiss. Especially from you. I need to learn how to dance.”

“For what exactly?”

You stuttered, “…nothing.”

“Another one of your missions isn’t it?” He tucked a stray strand of hair away from your face. You swallowed, your mouth going dry.

“Maybe,” You shakily sighed. With his incredibly annoying personality, for some weird reason, you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous around him.

It’s definitely because of his obnoxiously charming face.

“You won’t get hurt from this will you?” He gazed at you worriedly.

You recalled the time when you had gotten injured and Hyunjae had brought you into his lap so that he could tend to the cuts. You never mentioned how your heartbeat had stuttered that day.

“I cannot guarantee you anything.”

He sighed. “Okay.”

“Okay?” You looked at him expectantly.

“I’ll teach you how to dance, but not because I want to help you complete your dangerous mission.” You could see the way his smile lilted up mischievously.

“Then what for, Jaehyun?” Hyunjae, Jaehyun. the formal names never mattered to you. In fact, he often smiled dearly when you used his real name.

“Well…” He started with a glint in his eyes. “Simply because I would quite enjoy this opportunity to hold your waist.” And then his hand rested there. His warmth almost pierced your body, making you inhale sharply.

“What are you—“

“I’m teaching you, am I not?” He spoke softly. “First step is to get into position. My hand on your waist.” His thumb stroked your side softly, making you squirm. He gently led you into the center of the room, his hand never leaving its position.

“That’s it?” You blurted out.

“Of course not,” He laughed. His other hand took yours and he brought it up to his shoulder. “Your left hand stays here, on my shoulder. And the other…” He intertwined your fingers with his, holding firmly. You suppressed the shaky sigh that threatened to leave your parched throat.

Hyunjae easily noticed your silence and he bent closer to study your face.

“Everything alright there, sweetheart?”

Your hand, still resting on his shoulder, slapped it briefly.

“Refrain from calling me sweetheart, sir.” You whispered. “I’m simply a spy for a good cause.”

“Spy or not, you’re still a sweetheart,” He replied.

You couldn’t help yourself from blushing slightly. Immediately you were conscious of him noticing and so you began to ramble. “You’re obnoxious. If we weren’t friends, I would be taking my knife and—”

“And…” He grinned, cutting you off. “We should start dancing.”

“Yes.” Your eyes widened. “Right, that was what we were doing.”

Hyunjae smirked. “Don’t get too distracted.”

“You underestimate me. I’m a very focused person.”

“It doesn’t seem like that around me.” He hummed.

You grew quiet at that, knowing very well that he was correct.

“I will take the lead. If I step forward,” He proceeded to do so. “You step backward.”

You held your breath. unable to ignore his sweet cologne anymore.

“I step to the side, then you do the same,” He muttered.

His hand was warm too, holding you securely.

He looked up briefly and he smiled back down at you. You could only stare, doe-eyed.

“It looks like the music has started.” He grinned. “My instructions might not help. Sometimes you just need to follow the rhythm. It is, what really should lead us.”

“Poetic,” You remarked, trying to ignore the way your heartbeat fastened at the way he gazed at you so tenderly.

“Focus.” He raised an eyebrow with a small smile. With a shaky breath, you began to dance. Stepping forward, right, backwards, and left. His eye contact was almost luring you in, shifting your body impossibly close, right up to his chest.

“This is easy,” You breathed out.

“You did step on my foot three times,” He pointed out.

“I’m still learning,” You snapped.

“I can say that you’re doing really well.” Hyunjae smiled softly.

“Am I really?” You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Certainly. We can try the twirl now.”

“The what?”

But he didn’t respond. Instead, he led your hand up and over your head, forcing you to twirl. Then, he brought you right back to his chest.

“Like this.” He gazed down at you, his eyes lingering on your lips for a brief second.

“A warning next time would be pleasant.”

“Simply follow the rhythm.”

Your breath hitched when just at that moment, the music had picked up. And so, your steps became faster, that one twirl move coming more frequently. The music was soft really, since it was in the background, playing in the actual ballroom and not in a mere library. Your footsteps and his breathing was much more evident.

After another twirl, you rested your forehead against his chest, taking in a deep breath.

“This is nervewracking,” You spoke with honesty, still following his steps. But there was something else distracting you from the calming music. His pounding heartbeat.

“Is it me who makes you nervous? Or the dancing?” He said, his voice vibrating against his chest.

“I cannot guarantee you an answer to that,” You whispered.

“It’s me, isn’t it?”

You abruptly pulled back, only to meet his knowing smile. “Oh, shut up.”

Hyunjae soon introduced another move. One where you both pull away, drifting off to opposite directions with only his hand grasping yours, and then you gravitate back to the same position, his other hand returning to rest at your waist.

“You look annoyingly good in that suit, you know,” You muttered. And again, he pulled away so you at least had a chance to hide your burning face. But you heard his laugh as he dragged you right back against his body,

“If I’m not mistaken,” He breathed out, searching your face with affection. “You just called me handsome.”

You shut your eyes in embarrassment. “And what about it?”

“Well you…” He brought your intertwined hands up to his chest, right where his heart was. “You have quite the effect on me.” You inhaled sharply when you realized just how fast it was beating. It was beating so fast, that it felt almost like it was on fire.

A moment of silence. The two of you had never once stopped dancing, constantly stepping side to side. But neither of you were focused on the music anymore, instead more on gazing into each other’s eyes, trying to find a non-verbal answer behind them.

Finally, you spoke quietly, breathlessly. “Why?”

Hyunjae stilled for a second, causing you to almost trip on his feet.

“Why is my heart beating so fast?” He chuckled. “I’d figure that as a spy, with your wits, you might have an idea.”

“No, I–” You bit your lip. “I know about that. I’m asking… why do you feel this way?”

He blinked and he gave you a tender smile, before twirling you around again. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You shook your head, frowning. “You don’t understand.” You stumbled against his chest. “I am a spy, Jaehyun. You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

“You are not just a spy,” The man whispered. “You are more than that. Should that stop me from falling in love with you, is out of the question. You are… beautiful and you make me smile in so many ways possible. There’s so much more to you that I see, and I would be honored to learn more.”

Your eyes fell down to where his hand had slightly tightened at your waist, your cheeks flaming red.

“Focus.” His voice was low. You looked back up.

“If you are really so certain about your feelings for me, Hyunjae,” You uttered. “Let us continue to dance.”

“What will that resolve, sweetheart?” Another twirl, another step forward and right.

“You must trust me.”

His gaze fell and he nodded. The two of you tuned back into the music. It was different now, you had realized. Slower and more… romantic. Your hand was still resting on his shoulder and his hand was still on your waist. Your other hand continued to be encased in his.

At the change of note, he twirled you around. You began to lose your breath and it wasn’t because of physical exertion. It was something beating in your chest, so strong that you could barely focus anymore. Hyunjae seemed to be the same, his grip on your hand and waist tightening, his eyes searching you with so much endearment that it left you even more breathless.

Another step. Forward, right, backwards, and left.

Another twirl.

And with a deep breath, as you were being pulled back, instead of returning to position, you leaned up and pressed your lips against him. Alarms were going off in your brain but you simply ignored them, shutting your eyes and falling into his arms.

Hyunjae didn’t even hesitate to kiss you back, his lips parting and his head tilting. He gave a satisfied hum as both of his hands fell to your waist, pulling you closer. Your hands wrapped around his neck, deepening it in which he happily responded.

Your lips moved in unison and you could feel his pulse right against you, beating erratically. Just like your own.

You pulled away first, resting your forehead against his, giving him a shy smile.

“How would you rate my performance today?” You whispered.

Hyunjae smiled widely and pressed another kiss to your lips. “Outstanding. We shall do this another time… when you aren’t busy.”

You widened your eyes, pulling away abruptly. “My mission.”

“You must go,” He spoke, urging you on. But his hand on your hip said otherwise. You gulped. He wanted you to stay for the rest of the night. You could see the plea in his eyes.

“I must go, yes,” You agreed, nodding. “But, I assure you I will return. You can hold me and… kiss me, all you want.”

Hyunjae smiled, bring his hand up to your cheek and caressing slowly. “Excited?”

“What, for my mission or for your affections?” You raised an eyebrow.

“My affections.”

“Indeed, that I am.” You shied away from his touch, your ears burning. “But do not get so full of yourself, Jaehyun. I have many things to do tonight.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” A corner of his lips raised. “Me being one of those things.”

You gulped and pushed him away. “Desist. You are to be wealthy and unaware. Not lewd.” You then turned on your heel, walking to the door to return to the ballroom. But, you turned back longingly. Oh, how you wanted to just be with him.

“I cannot believe that you’re going to dance with another man right after kissing me.” He shook his head playfully.

“I have a task to complete.” And then you smiled to yourself. “I never took you as the jealous type, Hyunjae.”

“I have a right.” He frowned in response. “I can’t afford to lose someone so pretty, can I?”

You rolled your eyes fondly before opening the door, the bustling of the crowd and the instrumentals of the music interrupting the previous silence.

“You are insufferable, Jaehyun.”

He once again smiled at your use of his real name.

“I can assure that you love my affections. That in which you will be experiencing more later on tonight.” He winked and tilted his head.

You winced and stepped through the entrance. “I will see you later. And… thank you for teaching me how to dance.”

#deoboyznet #drabbles 💞#the boyz imagines #the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #the boyz scenarios #hyunjae fluff #hyunjae x reader

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coralie-silverthorn · 2 months

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The Sallows

An AU HC of Sebastian & Anne's parents with a dash of dear ol' uncle Solomon.

gif for attention. LOL. TEENY bit of hurt ahead.

Sorry in advance.

TLDR: Sallows are rich.

I present to you the Sallows:

1) Even though it's not explicitly stated we can gather from context clues (despite the rationale of "magic") that the Sallows were quite wealthy and were of a socially high rank. LBR even if there IS magic those who are well-educated & value knowledge tend to be those who are higher up the social ladder. Don't misunderstand it as people who are less fortunate do not, the base here is that even if they started from the bottom they got UP the ladder to the point that knowledge is so valued they made room for a library & in my experience the people who can afford to have their own library have money, lots of it.

Some basics:

These are things I (& I'm sure other people) have gleaned from playing the game alone or just kind of reading through all the little details about our favorite Sallow *cough cough* Sebastian Solomon. Sorry if this isn't super articulate and kinda scattered.

2) We can glean this from the fact that they had a large home. Not just any large home but a countryside home in an era where the wealthy often wanted homes away from the crowded and noisy cities for several reasons:

Health and Sanitation: Cities were rapidly industrializing, leading to increased pollution, poor sanitation, and the spread of diseases. The wealthy could afford to live in less populated areas, which were considered healthier due to cleaner air and less congestion.

Status and Privacy: Living away from the city was also a status symbol. It demonstrated that one had the means to afford such a lifestyle. Additionally, it provided a level of privacy and exclusivity that was not available in the dense urban centers.

Aesthetic and Leisure: The countryside offered a more aesthetically pleasing environment, with natural landscapes as opposed to the industrial backdrop of the city. It also provided space for leisure activities such as hunting, gardening, and hosting social gatherings. Even now, this is still a thing. LBR, magic or no classism existed in the wizarding world. Those who can afford to do this seriously choose oddly empty or less populated areas with pretty things to look at, not necessarily "views" as it is more like "the little things".

Technological Advances: The development of transportation like railways and streetcars made commuting from suburban areas to city centers feasible, allowing the wealthy to enjoy the best of both worlds: working in the city while living in the tranquility of the suburbs. Case in point the Hogwarts express.

To continue about their home; it was large enough to have a cellar. I stress again that they have a library, a cellar library where they stored many books and artifacts related to magic and history which implies that they had a passion for learning and collecting rare and valuable items, which could also indicate a high level of education and culture. Who in this time period can afford to be "cultured"? The wealthy.

3) Through Solomon we know they had connections to the British Ministry of Magic since he was an auror. We also know that he had a library, albeit a small one compared to his brother and sister-in-law's cellar library, which implies he's earned enough to still manage to acquire one and have a comfortable living. Which suggest that dear old Solomon was probably a highly valued Auror. As we know, only the best can be Aurors and the best usually garners RESPECT & WEALTH & PRESTIGE. Solomon's position suggests that the Sallows were deeply integrated into the fabric of magical governance. Aurors are elite members of the magical law enforcement community, often involved in high-level operations and decisions within the Ministry of Magic. This role would necessitate a high degree of trust, reliability, and recognition by the Ministry, indicating a family that is well-regarded and influential within the upper echelons of magical society. This respect and recognition is not merely a reflection of Solomon's personal achievements but also suggests a family background that supports and fosters such high levels of achievement and commitment to public service.

ANYWAY, we can presume through all the clues that the Sallows positions were both prestigious & likely well-compensated, reflecting the importance of their contributions to the magical world. This financial and social capital further enable their pursuits (professors, auror), such as maintaining a significant library, which in itself is a symbol of wealth and status, implies that the Sallow family possessed considerable wealth & resources, influence & clearly had contributions to the wizarding world even before we meet Solomon and family that commanded respect within society.

Did I miss anything??? S'cuse my ramblings...

Isla Sallow

Mother of Anne & Sebastian Sallow

Slytherin, Pure-blood

younger twin sister

Solomon's heart

comes from a fairly well off family

Nicknamed "Ava"

Gav's heart

Met Gav in 6th yr in the library mistaking him for Solomon from behind at first.

They were friends first and then the more they got to know each other the more they just clicked.

Tortured about the relationship she has with the Sallow twins.

Resisted Gav's charms for as long as possible.

Ultimately they just clicked much better and in ways she struggled to click with Solomon. Their interests were well aligned and tended to complement each other.

Ended her relationship with Solomon late October in 7th yr.

Overall I kind of went for like "caged bird" to "freed bird" with her. With Solomon, all he wanted was to love her, keep her protected and mostly to himself I.E. he didn't want her doing "dangerous" things (a la Evelyn O'Connell nee Carnahan).

Logic behind the name:

With Gavriel he made no such restrictions he recognized she's more than capable of handling herself, like his twin he wanted to do the same but thought he could lose her to someone else who would give her what she wanted like Solomon lost her to him.

Professor of Ancient Artefacts

Isla - Scottish name, pretty, feminine, elegant derived from the Islay island and a river. Pure & Simple.

Aveline - French, from the Germanic Avila originally coming from the Germanic word 'avi'. Means "desired.

Ava - nickname for Aveline, Latin for "Bird," "life," or "living one." Associated with the word "Avis"

Adair - Scottish/Gaelic meaning from the oak tree ford.

Gavriel Sallow

Father of Anne & Sebastian Sallow

Ravenclaw, the hat was torn about putting him in Slytherin or Gryffindor but he proved to be more Ravenclaw. Just barely though.

The younger Sallow twin.

Nicknames "Arie" & "Bram". He answers to both

Isla's love

Never met his twin's gf until 6th yr when they both we're doing their own independent research and met each other in the library.

He never cared much about his twin's gf... In fact he didn't know who she was and didn't care to meet her.

Until he met her in the library when she thought he was his brother. Then it was like he got hit by cupid's wrecking balls.

He didn't know she was his brother's gf until it was too late.

He was pining for awhile and tortured about it especially after learning it is his twin brother's gf.

Totally deluded himself into thinking she's just his brother's friend though... everything and anything he could do to try not to take her away from him but...

No surprise he acted on his feelings though... He's still Slytherin enough under that Ravenclaw veneer.

Parent's gave him the longer Abraham since he's the younger twin.

The charismatic one

Ended up needing reading glasses as he got older from reading all those books.

FRECKLES!! His freckles disappear when he doesn't get enough though. He's lightly freckled but has more than his twin.

Professor of Enchanted Artefacts

Logic behind the name:

Gavriel - Hebrew, meaning "God's hero" or "God is my strength". I wanted something kind of inline with the name Solomon.

Arie - as a nickname for Gavriel is also of Hebrew origin "Lion" or "lion of God."

Abraham - Again, I wanted something to keep in line with Solomon and also Hebrew in origin. Was hoping it kinda gives off that "wisdom" vibe?

Bram - Diminutive of Abraham. I wanted something that was.... uh... "friendlier" than the full Abraham.

Young Solomon

The older Twin

Isn't as freckly as his twin

Dating Isla since 4th yr

Isla's first love

Sometimes went by "Brom"

Lost Isla to his brother in 7th yr

He knew they had become friends through sheer happenstance

Isla mistook his twin for him in the library and the rest was history.

Even though they broke up, Solomon still deeply loved Isla. (THE PINING!!!)

Where his twin and former love became professors, he became an auror.

He's charming but he's "average" compared to his more charming twin.

When he had to take in his orphaned niece and nephew he found it difficult to face them.

He favors Anne because she looks so much like her mother, his lost love, Isla.

He hates on Sebastian because he looks too much like himself, like his father, Solomon's twin and could have been his son.

Sebastian is a daily reminder of what he could have had with Isla.

Logic behind the name:

Abram - Hebrew, again I still wanted something in line with Solomon and something that played into the twinship. Means "high father" or "exalted father" before it becamme "father of many" to reflect his covenant with God. but also seems to really suit him in the he protects Anne & Sebastian

Brom - I wanted something that played into their twinship but was still distinctly his and can add to the whole mistaken identity thing. Also, seemed like a bit more rugged than "Bram" and really seemed to suit him much better. It has that solidness to its sound and even kind of gives me "stubborn" vibes. Brom is the dark to Bram's light.

In short I really wanted a name that encapsulates all at once a guardian, a warrior, and a man in search of redemption.

#hogwarts legacy characters #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy sallows #HL Sallows #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #solomon sallow #Sallow family OC #Silverthorn AU #OC Sallow family #Isla Adair #Isla Adair Sallow #Gavriel Sallow

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imtrashraccoon · 6 months

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This one was a bit tricky to write and it's a bit rougher in places than I'd prefer, but I wanted to get it out on time. My sister helped me with the basic idea as I would've gone with a more convoluted idea instead lol.

CW: Reference to implied child abuse in the past but nothing explicit.

@scrambledmeggys

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Day 13: First Fight

The moment Papyrus stepped inside the house after work, you instantly knew he was in a bad mood. Besides the stony look on his face, the way he harshly shut the door behind him and didn't bother to greet either you or Frisk like he usually did, proved without a shadow of a doubt that something bad had happened at work.

Frisk seemed to notice as well and when they glanced at you for reassurance, you didn't miss the anxiety that flickered through their eyes. You pulled them into your lap and hugged them tightly.

"Let's give Papyrus some space for a little while, okay?" you whispered in their ear. "He probably just had a bad day."

They nodded silently and you both returned to the book you'd been reading together.

Several minutes passed before you heard Sans come home. He teleported inside the living room like he usually did and greeted both you and Frisk. You smiled slightly and murmured a "Hello" before he went upstairs to his room.

"hey bro, did someone manage to get under your skin or somethin'...?" you heard him ask.

Papyrus slammed a door which caused you to jump slightly. "Numskull..." he growled. "Are You So Blind That You Cannot See I Am In No Mood To Deal With Your Idiocy?"

Sans scoffed, "i just asked a simple question. 's not my fault you're too dense to comprehend it..."

You glanced up at the balcony at this point, both the brother's raised voices were quickly becoming too much to continue ignoring. With a sigh, you scooped Frisk up and moved into the kitchen. Setting them at the table, you held them close and whispered soft words of affirmation.

The brothers continued to bicker, each comment becoming more bitter as they seemed to grow more irritated. You hadn't witnessed them get this frustrated with each other for the whole time you'd been staying with them - just over two months at this point. Sure, they occasionally made snide comments directed towards each other but you figured that was just how they were and that they didn't actually hate each other.

You could see their argument was stressing Frisk out quite a bit and the longer it went on, the greater the urge to do something about it grew. You were normally a pretty non-confrontational person but seeing how anxious Frisk was becoming, it was almost like something snapped deep down inside.

With a sigh, you squeezed Frisk slightly closer. "I'm going to get them to calm down, okay?" you whispered.

Frisk glanced sharply at you and with great effort, managed to sign what they were thinking. "Be careful... I don't want you to get hurt."

"They won't hurt me, Frisk," you said, trying to reassure them further. Spotting Doomfanger over by her food bowls, you got an idea. "See how relaxed Doomfanger is? Why don't you cuddle with her for a little bit? I promise this won't take long."

Frisk seemed to relax slightly as they watched the fluffy cat. They slowly nodded, "Okay..."

You set them down near Doomfanger and after making sure both Frisk and the cat were alright, took a deep breath and prepared for what would surely be a rough encounter.

Maybe this was a foolish decision, but ever since you'd become friends with Frisk, if anyone did anything to upset them, it was enough to stir up some sort of primal rage inside you. They had put up with enough already and you'd be damned if you let anyone make them upset or afraid again.

"And Another Thing, Where Do You Get The Audacity To Act Like You Care So Much? Last I Checked, I Am The Only One Who Keeps You From Getting Dusted Because You Cannot Seem To Get Off Your Coccyx And Do Things For Yourself!"

Sans said nothing and yet you could feel the tense energy in the air change. The room seemed to grow frigid and almost charged, causing the air on your neck to stand up. Glancing up at the balcony, your eyes widened as you realized why.

Sans and Papyrus were staring each other down and red magic was flickering from their eye sockets, as if they were just waiting for the other to make a move. Realizing this situation had escalated further than you'd first thought it had, you hesitated for a moment but still felt the urge to do something.

After a moment, Sans huffed and released his magic. "i don't need to put up with this," he grumbled and pulled his hood over his skull. "i'll be at grillby's if you cool down anytime soon, not that you care..." He disappeared before Papyrus could retort.

Papyrus stared at the spot Sans had been standing in for a few seconds before letting out a heavy sigh and releasing his magic as well.

Against your better judgement, you said the first thing on your mind. "How dare you? How dare you say all those hurtful things about him? He's your only brother and that is how you treat him?!" Your voice was calm at first but increased in volume slightly as you spoke.

Papyrus said nothing and only turned to look at you coldly.

You clenched your fists as the sheer apathy coming off of him only served to frustrate you further. You slowly climbed the stairs until you were standing in front of him. While you were trying to remain calm on the outside, inside you were still seething.

"Does he mean nothing to you?! He clearly was concerned, not trying to antagonize you! What gives you the right to speak like that about your own family?!"

Papyrus continued to remain silent as you scolded him. You were so angry that you didn't register how uncharacteristic it was for him to remain this deathly quiet. By the time you'd run out of words to say, it finally dawned on you how bad of a decision confronting him was. You fell silent and only then did Papyrus finally speak, although his tone was much icier than how he'd ever spoken to you before.

"Are You Done?" he asked quietly.

You took a few steps away from him, all anger dissipating as you realized how badly you'd messed this up. The plan had been to diffuse things calmly, not rake the coals and spark another argument.

Papyrus took a steadying breath and tightly clenched his fists. He made no movement towards you at least, but you could see how desperately he was trying to remain calm.

"Look, I Mind My Business So You Should Mind Yours," he stated and turned towards his bedroom door. "Just Leave Me Alone..."

His comment caused a brief spark of anger to flicker up but rather than retort, you glared at the back of his skull. As soon as he'd entered his room, you returned to the kitchen to check on Frisk.

They'd apparently picked up Doomfanger and had been cuddling them like you'd suggested. When they looked up at you with concern though, you immediately felt regret.

Sitting next to them, you pulled them into a hug. "I'm sorry..." you murmured against their fluffy hair.

< ~ - . - ~ >

You didn't see either Papyrus or Sans for the rest of the day. So instead of focusing on what had happened, you focused on comforting Frisk and helping them feel better. Whether they knew what the argument had been about or not, you weren't sure, but you couldn't let them become disheartened.

Sometime in the early morning, you woke to a light on in the kitchen and a quiet conversation going on. You couldn't seem to fall asleep again and so you laid there for a while, just holding onto Frisk and listening to what was going on.

You soon figured out that Sans and Papyrus were talking and while you couldn't hear everything they were saying, it seemed like they were talking about what happened. It made you feel some relief that things could work out.

You laid there for several hours, drifting in and out of sleep. At some point, you woke up again to find the light still on but unable to hear any more talking. In your half awake state, you assumed one of them had forgotten to turn it off and drowsily got up.

After carefully prying Frisk's arms from your body and sliding a cushion into their grasp, you stood up and wandered into the kitchen. You immediately noticed two things, one, the light by the stove was the only one on, and two, Papyrus was sitting at the kitchen table with his skull resting in his hands. He looked up when you entered and for a moment, you both just looked at each other.

You finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry for getting upset earlier...and for butting in," you murmured. You weren't sorry for what you'd said as you still believed you were right, but even you could admit that you could've gone about the conversation differently.

When Papyrus didn't respond and just continued to look at you silently, you turned to leave. He could still be upset and you'd rather leave him alone if he was.

He grabbed your shoulder and stopped you though. You turned to look at him quizzically and for a moment he seemed unsure of what to say.

"I Am Sorry For Getting So Angry and I Am Also Sorry For Scaring You Like That," he finally said.

You nodded, "I forgive you, Papyrus."

For a moment you both stood there in the kitchen but then Papyrus pulled you into a hug, which you reciprocated.

"We should probably focus on communicating better in the future, huh?"

"Definitely, I Will Also Try Working On Being More Patient," Papyrus responded.

You smiled slightly, "That's a good idea. Going forward, I'll try to be more mindful of how I say things too."

#selfshipufpap #cw: implied past child abuse #underfell #undertale #underfell papyrus x reader #reader #underfell papyrus #named oc #the hand we've been dealt #thwbd #alternate universe #raccoons drabbles

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thylacines-toybox · 1 year

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first off I LOVE YOUR BLOG it brings me so much joy each day.

If you have the time, I wanted your expertise on stuffedy alteration- or even just a book/website recommendation?

how would I go about making a lil buddy from a sort of stiff and fixed pose to a more loose and squeezable buddy?

my brother got me a Bulba for Easter and I love it very much but he is a very stiff little fella.

also, the tip of his bulb seems to be stuck inward in a weird way...do u think I could fix that as well?

thanks so much, keep rockin

(Firstly, I love a non-traditional easter animal as a gift lol. I got an easter mammoth from my granny once as a kid. Wish I’d kept that…)

This got a little long so just popping it under a cut!

It sounds like you have a pretty firmly stuffed bulbasaur there! Are you hoping to just make it a little squishier, or make it beanbaggy? I’ve given a couple of other stiffly-stuffed Pokemon plushies the beanbag treatment and it definitely makes them more fun!

Can you find the closing seam on its body somewhere? It’s likely to be on the back, tummy or butt of an animal (probably not on a bulbasaur’s back with the bulb in the way) and will look like a more wibbly, obvious bit of hand stitching, done with a thicker tread than the rest of the seams. You can carefully snip this thread to open up bulba and take out his stuffing.

Try taking out a bit and squishing him around, or take out a lot and fluff it up a bit more if it’s too tightly packed, then put just some of it back in. You can also look for a softer, puffier type of stuffing in craft stores, if the current stuffing feels a bit too cheap and dense!

If you’d like, add some beans! Could be literal dried beans/lentils/rice (make sure bulba always stays dry if you use that!) or small beads, but best of all is plastic poly pellets designed for beanie toys. You can sew a thin fabric pouch filled with the beans to put inside, but honestly since bulbasaur is a pretty simple shape I’d just pour the beans right in there (carefully) and fill him up. Makes him extra nice and heavy! Leave the head and bulb filled with the fluffy stuffing.

Once you’re done just sew up the closing seam again using a ladder stitch! (If he’s full to the brim with beans put a little wad of the soft stuffing at the entrance just to stop bean escape while you sew.)

As for the funny bulb tip… is there a single stitch in there to pull it inwards? It might be a case of unpicking that and re-stitching it a bit more neatly, but it’s a little hard to tell what you mean from here! Feel free to message me and we can take a closer look at that.

#thyl-ask-ine #bulbasaur #plushie advice #plushie modification

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imagine-silk · 8 months

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I got diagnosed with a tic disorder today and I think it'd be interesting to explore how tics could affect a spider person. Like my right hand tics a lot so I imagine properly shooting webs out of it would be extra challenging, and being stealth would be hard because of my vocal tics. I love the idea of platonic yanderes Peter B Parker, Miguel, Hobie, Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr all being willing to beat the crap out of somebody giving me crap for my tics lol

It's good you got a diagnosis, it's very helpful and I hope the best.

Stealth is not going to be your friend. You would go on missions focused on run in run out, shock troops and such. Those also have their troubles but you blurring something doesn't matter and your slip ups will be dealt with immediately because of how fast paced it is.

As for everyone, they help you out, but adding yandere to them changes things.

Miguel will put you in situations you'll mess up in to save you and say you should stay with him. Sometimes it does risk the mission but it's worth it to get you on desk duty where he can be certain you're safe and selfishly indulging in your company. It's so unfortunate you slipped up with your shooter. He'd hate for you to feel embarrassed. So stay in. And you don’t need to know about the camera feed on the bottom of screens.

Miles is known for pushing his luck so when he goes out, for any reason, he will do his best to take you, especially when he's not supposed to. He's pretty good at getting around so sneaking you to and from is not that difficult, climbing and swinging if need be. You might think it is difficult but your tics don't matter, he's fast to adapt so he'll always catch you if you even move an inch. He's also very catty out on the street; every passing comment he'll step on their shoe or something. It was an accident, he promises. His foot slipped, just like their mouth.

Hobie is known for not following rules and for you that is in no doubt. You're not supposed to go on his missions but that might as well have been a rule that said, "Take [Name] with you everywhere." He has very strange ways to deal with your tics and they work most of the time. He's manipulative in the sense he's always a few steps ahead in a race no one knows is really happening. You have a solid sense of comfort with him that the others are going to have to catch up to. His lack of reservations and nonchalant attitude is so desirable he makes you feel normal.

Gwen is very much a person to keep distance but for a darling she will be very close and find reasons to, but for you it’s pretty easy; she’s just helping you out. And then she just happens to be there. Then the thing you went to go do she’s also doing, what a coincidence. She won’t use your tics against you, she just deals with them on the spot and reassures you it’s fine. Out of everyone she’s the most out and about on the street to be a full blown civilian so being in public is routine and she’s very confrontational with people who make their unwanted opinions known. Honestly, you will witness her beating the shit out of someone once you’ve known each other long enough, because that’s the point she’s done hiding it. It’s just, she wants you to feel comfortable walking the streets, and those people need to be out of the way for that.

Pavitr has a very basic understanding of tics in general but he’s also a star student so it’s not that way for long. His practices are mostly clinical in nature because it comes from books but the effort is fully there. As a Spider he takes it in strides. Mumbattan is dense and alive, running around on the street or in the air he always says he’ll save you. He makes good on it too. Every slip up he catches, every unwanted blurt is met with loving reassurance, and if you ask for him to wait he stops completely for you. When he tells you he’s at your disposal he means it. He’s also the one most comfortable with killing away from you. He wants you to be happy and for that to happen some trash needs to be taken out.

And then there’s Peter. He is so blatant with his habits you can’t see them. He’ll mention your tics just enough to make it obvious he is helping you but not bringing so much attention that you feel any way about it. Mayday is going to be dropped on you a lot and due to her unique abilities you really can’t hurt her in any way. If you spasm she will not tumble and if she does she’s happy to hang off of you. Blurt out something you’re not supposed to she doesn’t know English yet, no harm done. It’s a very good way to ground you while also keeping you to himself for a good chunk of time.

#ask and you shall receive #atsv #gender neutral reader #yandere #peter b. parker #miguel o'hara #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr #marvel

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do you have any books/readable/watchable things that helped you with writing/storytelling?

catch 22 is a delight to read and i think teaches you how to make prose funny and sharp, it’s always been a huge reason i wanted to write since i read it as a teen. for me it’s why i write war fiction lol

lately i got into reading dennis cooper, ursula le guin and mishima (the holy trinity of gay people authors lmao) and it has revitalised me… they’re all masters of form in their own way and the subject matter is really mentally liberating. you read le guins magnum opus on incest omegaverse and your soul is fixed forever and you never feel shame about your work again

if you want just one recommendation for an easy and short read, pick up le guins lathe of heaven

my other recommendation is, read higurashi and umineko. ryukishi is not a master of form, and couldn’t write prose to save his life, but, he can still completely captivate the reader through emotional honesty and how intricately he portrays the lives and mentalities of the characters. i think his stuff changed my life because it’s so crudely put together but utterly affecting, his talents as a director and storyteller outweigh everything else. his work is why i make vns and believe in the medium. you don’t need to be a trained professional to tell a story or draw a character etc, you can just make what you wanna make and learn as you go.

i think… my biggest advice is read a lot, and read out of your comfort zone. try and accept you don’t need to be the best or most competent at prose if you can communicate the emotion in your work, but also read dense complex books and see what you can take from it and learn about form. i’m still working on that part myself and have a long way to go

#good asks

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Random Scenarios Holostars Pt. 1

With Axel Syrios, Izuru Kanade, Oga Aragami, and Shien Kageyama

For gender-neutral readers~!

! - might be ooc, I apologize -> these characters don't belong to me, but the Hololive/Holostars company!

!- This is a work of fanfiction! Not meant to be super realistic lol

! - Romantic Fluff :D

! - Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last Name, M/N = major name, S/N = School Name

Axel Syrios - Basketball =^o.0^=

"Oi, Y/N! Let's play ball!" exclaimed Axel excitedly as he ran over to your house that was across from his and threw you a ball.

You laughed as you caught it with ease. This was a memory from a couple of years ago when you became good friends with Axel Syrios, your neighbor who was around your age. Since this moment, whenever Axel was done with his classwork, he'd come over to your house and you would shoot some hoops together, occasionally with other friends from S/N. In addition to these hangouts, you two would also study together at your house. Well, it was mainly you trying to keep Axel from failing in certain subjects while he tried to distract you from the work he didn't want to work on.

Years passed and it was summertime now, and you two were soon coming to the end of your last year of high school. Although you two didn't acknowledge it, there was some slight tension as you knew that you would have different paths in the future: him with his "classified" job that he got accepted into, while you were going overseas to study at university.

You had just finished night studies and were on your way back home together, side by side as always.

The way back to your neighborhood was quiet. You passed the convenience store you two frequented to get a quick snack on the way back, the PC center that you two saved up money for, and the book and manga cafe where you shared many laughs. Your head was swirling with thoughts.

"Hey Y/N," said Axel, breaking the silence. You turned to him. He pointed behind him, where the basketball court you two used to play in was. There were stray, beat-up basketballs strewn in the corners of the court.

"Wanna play ball?"

You nodded.

"I'm gonna win this time for sure!" you exclaimed, then sprinted towards the court. "Try to keep up!"

"Oi!" shouted Axel as he laughed and started running after you.

No matter how many times you two have done this, it never got old: the thrill of running so quickly your hearts sped up, the adrenaline high you got from your competitiveness, the texture of the worn basketball hitting your hands as you dribbled it across the court.

You only beat Axel a few times throughout your entire life: once was because he underestimated you, another because you felt in top form, and some other times because he went slightly easier on you whenever he was feeling nice (though you always got pouty about that because you wanted to win on your own). Sometimes, you'd have rewards for whoever won: the loser would buy snacks for the winner, the loser would do errands for the winner for a day, etc. You didn't always enjoy it, as you lost more often than you won, but it was still fun. Plus, it was a way for you to spend time with Axel, someone you liked for years now (though his dense brain wouldn't know it).

After an hour or so of playing, you lay down on the dusty court, not caring about how your allergies will probably kick up soon or how unhygienic it was to lay on the court. You were going to wash up once you got home anyways.

Axel laughed at your defeated form before jogging over to your side and laying down next to you. You looked at him with a glare and also in slight shock: how did he have the energy to jog to you???

"It's my win, Y/N. What should I do to you~?" asked Axel teasingly as he reached over and started poking your cheek. Your face grew warm at the contact, but you pouted at his taunting words, turning over to face him with another glare.

"You don't know when to let me win, do you?" you said with a humph. "What do you want from me this time?"

Axel pondered for a moment, his finger still poking your cheek. You tried swatting it away, but he ended up just putting his finger back in place so you gave up.

"...A kiss," Axel mumbled. You didn't really hear him the first time, so your face became one of confusion.

"Sorry, can you repeat that?"

"I want a kiss... on the cheek!" he almost shouted loud enough for you to flinch. You took some time to process his words before your face bloomed into a red hue.

"WHAT?"

"I SAID ON THE CHEEK-"

"NO, I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID BUT WHAT???"

Your face was bright red now, and so was Axel's. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before peering at you in a flustered state.

"Y/N... what if I told you that I liked you for a long time? What if I told you that I'm afraid of what's to come after our graduation, and that I'll regret it right now if I keep acting like I want to be just your friend. The truth is, I don't. I want to be more, ya know?"

You stared at Axel in shock. He stood up from where you two were laying down, taking your silence as a rejection, and kicked away a stray basketball before slowly shuffling to the court's exit. Realizing that he was leaving, you stood up quickly and regained enough energy to run after him and grab his sleeve.

"W-wait!" you exclaimed, gasping for air as Axel looked at you with surprise and a glimmer of hope. "M-me too! I l-like you too!"

Axel's eyes widened before he started laughing heartily.

"Really?!" he exclaimed happily before picking you up and swinging you around.

"Woah! Hey, w-wait put me down, Axel!"

"No can do! I'm not letting you go now!" he said as he ended the swinging and just hugged you close. You stayed in that position for a couple moments, just basking in the quiet and listening to your heartbeats, loud and fast. Just like when you were playing basketball together.

After a couple moments passed, Axel opened his mouth.

"So, uh, can I get my reward now?"

You looked at him before slapping your hands on either side of his face and bringing his lips to yours.

You didn't know what would happen in the future, but it didn't matter because you knew that it would work out in the end. For now, you just wanted to enjoy your moment with your longtime friend, now boyfriend, and keep this memory in your mind forever.

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Izuru Kanade - Singing Together =^-w-^=

You and Izuru were both livers - you, Liv/N (liver name) were an independent VTuber while Izuru was part of Holostars and debuted before you. While Izuru tended to stream more games and singing, you were more of a cover singer and someone who did zatsudans, with the occasional game streams and fun collabs with other livers.

When Izuru's Love me, Love me, Love me cover came out, you absolutely loved it and reached out to him to ask if you two could collab on a cover sometime. Unbeknownst to you, Izuru really admired your cover songs as well and was excited to work with you.

He responded casually with some enthusiasm, and this exchange sparked a friendship, where you two sang together often, went through ideas of collab streams, and sent each other memes at random hours during the day.

Despite your slight language barrier, you two managed to communicate in some way or another (pictures, translation devices, learning a little more of each other's languages).

Eventually, after a couple of months passed, Izuru had the courage (and permissions) to ask for an off-collab with you. Excited to finally meet in person with your friend, you responded to his inquiry with great energy.

"Of course! When and where?" you exclaimed as you leaped up from your chair abruptly, your grin on your face widening as you held your phone to your ear. Izuru just chuckled at you. Your face grew warm as the sound of his laugh tickled your ear. Lately, you felt a little shier whenever you talked with Izuru. No longer were you thinking of him in just an idolizing and admiring way, but in a way that was something more. You didn't want to burden him with these feelings, though, because of his busy schedule and such, so you chose to bury these feelings deep inside.

After your long phone call, you two decided to meet up at your house and decided that your collab stream would be streamed on your channel. You two planned on doing some chatting during the stream before you would do karaoke together.

Once your setlist for the day was set and tickets were booked, you said good night to Izuru before ending the call. Your heart was beating rapidly and blood rushed to your ears. Izuru- you were going to meet him! In the flesh!!!

You jumped up and down before looking around at your messy house. Your excitement quickly died down once you realized how much work you had to do to clean the place. Dejectedly, you turned on your stereo before bringing out the cleaning gloves and mask, getting ready to clean the darkest parts of the residence that would take a couple days to clean. Luckily, Izuru was coming in a couple weeks, so it meant you had plenty of time to prepare.

First, you had to clean out the entire house, in case Izuru wanted to explore or see any parts of your house. Then, you had to clean your streaming room... yeah, it was about time for it to be purged. You also had to install your new equipment that was shipped to you that day (new mics and PC parts) and make sure your stuff was in top shape so that there wouldn't be any chance for things to break on the day Izuru came.

After two weeks, it was finally time for your collab. You were in the airport holding a sign that said: "F/N" (you decided to go with a fake name, F/N, for Izuru in case any of his fans happened to be in the airport and could dox him). You and Izuru also came up with a phrase to say to each other ("I'm sure we'll reach our dreams, no matter how far they may be.") in case either of you met with the wrong person.

Finally, you spot a guy in a black hoodie with a guitar on his back approaching you nervously. He stuttered out, "I'm sure we'll reach our dreams, no matter how far they may be." Your face brightened.

"Izu!" you whispered loud enough for only him to hear as you shook your sign. "It's me!! Liv/N!" you said excitedly. Izuru's face became one of relief as he smiled softly and whispered a greeting. You offered your hand in order to take his suitcase, but he, misunderstanding your intentions with a slight blush, took your hand in his own and gestured for you to lead the way.

Your face became warm, as you realized he understood what you were going for, but you turned around quickly and led him to your car in the airport parking lot. For a week, you two would have a housemate situation, where Izuru would occupy the guest room in your house. You two weren't just together for one stream after all: you two were also going to record your cover together and give each other pointers while doing so.

Once you dropped off all of his things in the guest room, you told Izuru you would be in the kitchen to make food while he got settled in. He nodded as you closed the door to the room. He then quickly buried his face into the pillow of the bed next to him. He was here, with you, for a whole week, in person! Nothing could stop the loud thumping of his heart, and he hoped that later his heart would calm down enough so you wouldn't hear how loud it was.

After a couple moments of staying still in bed, Izuru heard your calls to him to get to the dining table to eat. He quickly perked up and got out of his room, excited to eat the food that you made.

The rest of the week, you two worked hard singing your cover, giving each other tips, and reminding each other to take breaks. While Izuru did the mixing, you worked on the art for some scenes while collaborating with the animator of your music video. When you both chose to take a break, you would cook together or play a game on your switch. You would also come up with a set list to play for your off-collab stream.

A couple nights before your off-collab stream, you two were sitting on your living room couch across from each other as you were thinking of what to tweet to hint at your off-collab.

"What about tweeting 🎸❀? Since those are our oshi marks?" asked Izuru as he held up his tweet draft. You nodded, thinking it was a good idea before quickly typing the two emojis up. He counted off, and you two sent your tweet at the same time.

"3...2...1...," he said. A couple moments afterward, the retweets, likes, and comments flooded in your notifications.

"OMG???" "WHAT!" "IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS??" said many comments as people talked about how jealous they were, how excited they were, as well as some hate comments but you two were used to them. You put down your phone and smiled at Izuru.

"Shall we practice our songs now?" he asked shyly as he pulled up the lyrics on his laptop. You nodded before coming next to him to look at the lyrics. He flinched a little before he calmed down and softly started to sing. You joined in, also singing softly in order to save your vocal cords for the actual stream.

It was you two together on the couch, side by side, singing songs that were duets in English/Your Language and Japanese. Eventually, you two got to the song Melt, a Miku song. While you two were singing, you felt Izuru's eyes on you the entire time. You looked at him to make eye contact with him and maintained it all throughout the song. It finally ended, and you two were breathless. Izuru then opened his mouth.

"Meruto tokete shimaisou…suki da nante zettai ni ienai... (I feel like I'm about to melt, but I can never say I love you...)," he sang softly as he took your hand gently before looking into your eyes again.

You blushed hard before gripping his hand with both of yours.

"Datte kimi no koto ga …suki na no (But...I like you)," you sang back.

Izuru's eyes widened and his face broke into a large grin. He laughed in delight before hugging you. You two stayed in this position, glad you could bring your feelings forth to each other. You decided not to sing Melt for your collab. Maybe in the future, if things went well and you decided to reveal your relationship, you would. But for now, it was a song for you two to sing for each other.

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Oga Aragami - Building Gunpla Sets =^owo^=

When you and Oga were younger, you would go to the ocean, and build sandcastles near the beach. If it was too rainy, you two would go to either of your houses and build LEGO sets together (the Death Star was a challenge, but nothing you two couldn't handle!).

Then, when you were a little older, Gunpla came out. Instead of having late nights over playing Monopoly and watching movies (although you two still do it on occasion), you two began to play music in the background and chatter as you built huge gunpla sets together.

To this day, even after graduating from university, you two would meet up and hang out and eventually date. When you two were together, you most often chatted about anything and everything as you two built large gunpla sets.

“Hey, Y/N, hand me that piece next to you.”

“This one? Here you go,” you said as you handed him the tiny piece.

With a satisfied smile, Oga clicked the last piece into the figure he was working on. He was so excited that one more piece of his collection was finally finished. While looking at his happy smile, you also smiled. How could you not? His smiles were contagious.

Realizing you were staring, you quickly looked away from him and down to your hands, which held an unfinished gunpla ship. You were flustered and hoping that Oga was too occupied with his figure to notice you.

Your prayers went in vain as you heard Oga chuckle.

“Why is your face so red, haha?” he asked as he laughed while having one hand covering his signature sharp-toothed grin. Though you were flustered, you didn’t hesitate to give him a light smack on the shoulder.

“Shut up, also stop covering your face when you laugh like that. I’ve seen your full laugh before. I’m not afraid or anything, we’ve known each other for so long,” you said loudly, as you turned away from him in embarrassment.

You knew the reason why he covered his mouth: despite the fact that you two lived in a world filled with supernatural beings (from a star to a beastman), Oga still chose to hide his more scary parts of himself, such as his horns and his sharp teeth, by either covering them or using magic to conceal them. You hated it. Oga was a sweetheart - he only seemed intimidating to others because he doesn’t talk much to people he doesn’t know.

You stared at the gunpla ship in your hands before gentle, large hands placed themselves over your own. You looked up, only to meet eyes with Oga’s piercing green ones. He smiled at you gently, before reaching over to your head to stroke it. You felt your face grow warm, but continued to look at him with a slight pout.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try to cover my face less from now on. I know you don’t like it,” he said with a soft voice as he took the gunpla ship from your hands before setting it down carefully and taking your hands into his own.

You nodded, the blush on your face widely apparent. Oga chuckled softly in amusement before bringing your hands to his face and kiss your knuckles. Your blush darkened, and you started to stutter.

“T-that’s not fair! Hey, give me your hands too!”

Oga laughed.

“Nope!” he said cheekily as he got up and started towards the kitchen.

“You can’t get away from me that easily!” you replied as you got up to follow him before tackling him with a back hug.

You two looked at each other before laughing.

What a fun day.

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Shien Kageyama - Making Omurice =^-o-^= (using this recipe)

You met Shien during the time you were studying in Japan. While you were a M/N major, Shien was a business major with a minor in music. Shien was pretty famous. Not only was he very athletic and great at studies, but he was also a kind person who offered to tutor his peers.

The only reason you two met was that while taking a business class you were interested in, you needed some peer tutoring and got assigned to Shien as your tutor.

You two hit it off well: not only was Shien really friendly, but he also made many of the concepts you were struggling with easier to understand. Grateful for his help, you tried to give him the peer tutoring fee after your session ended, but he refused it and instead asked for your number while grinning. Ever since, you two talked, studied, and hung out together.

One day, you were in Shien's abnormally large house (basically a traditional Japanese-style mansion) for a study session. Although this wasn't the first time you had ever come to his house, you still couldn't get used to the people in black suits milling around, or the fact that Shien's family had cleaning maids and cooks making 5-star meals.

Although you loved the food you ate in the household, sometimes you wanted to make something for Shien by yourself. You don't know when this desire came along. Maybe it was after Shien's nanny, Nana, showed you a picture of Shien when he was younger during one of your breaks while Shien was out. The picture had a smol Shien happily eating away at some omurice.

You may not be a gourmet chef, but omurice was definitely something you can do. So, at the study session, you casually brought it up during a moment of silence.

"Hey, I was wondering if we could cook something together? We've done a lot together, but I don't think I've ever cooked anything for you," you said as you were scribbling down some equations on paper.

It was quiet after you brought it up, so you looked up to see what Shien's reaction was, only to see his shocked face. You tilted your face in confusion but laughed at him.

"Why are you giving me that look?" you asked as you continued chuckling. Shien snapped out of his daze.

"I'm not- I mean, y-yeah it would be cool to cook something together. What do you have in mind?"

"Hmmm, I've been craving some omurice actually," you replied as you looked down again at your paper and wrote the answer to another problem. You heard Shien grunt in agreement.

"Alright, I'll ask Nana to get our ingredients-"

"Actually, I was wondering if we could just do everything on our own? I don't want to burden Nana and it would be a fun experience, right?" you interrupted as you looked up at him.

Shien's mind processed what you said before a domestic image of you two shopping together and then cooking showed up in his mind. His face warmed up and he prayed that you wouldn't notice. For being a part of a mafia, he was terrible at concealing his emotions when it came to you. He just looked down flustered at his computer in front of him before nodding slowly.

"It's settled then!" you exclaimed as you got up. "I was getting hungry anyways, and I'm sick of working right now. Let's go!"

You pulled Shien up, and he readily followed you, and you headed to the nearest grocery store.

While getting ingredients for omurice, you two joked around and got some additional snacks to eat for later. Meanwhile, Shien was wondering if this could continue if he had a future with you, or even if you two just remained friends. He hoped this fun would last, as being a part of the mafia meant threats could come in at any time.

Luckily, the author doesn't want any drama, so nothing bad happened on the way back.

When you two got back to the mansion, Shien guided you to the kitchen, which was surprisingly empty. Likely, Shien ordered the cooks to stay out while he was in there with you. You pulled up a recipe from your laptop and got to work: Shien chopping the ingredients and you frying.

There were a few close calls (your shirt got too close to the stove, and Shien almost cut through the cutting board) but eventually, you made two plates of hot, savory omurice. Shien handed you a ketchup bottle, which you used to write and draw on Shien's omurice, and he did the same for yours. You two couldn't look at what the other wrote on the omurice until you got to the dining table.

When you sat down, you handed each other the omurice with the messages, and yours had a large heart on it. Surprised, you looked up at Shien's flustered face with his eyes looking straight into yours.

No words were needed, and you nodded at him before laughing at how silly the confession was. He sighed with relief, and you two dug into the omurice.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed the scenarios. I'm planning to do more! <3

Please tell me in the requests of any other Holostars members you'd like me to do!

#holostars #izuru kanade #axel syrios #oga aragami #shien kageyama #holostars x reader #izuru kanade x reader #axel syrios x reader #oga aragami x reader #shien kageyama x reader

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